Last night, I was watching two little boys that I've known since they were born. Though they are eight and six now, I can still remember their baby laughs and their toddler giggles. It was time for bed and the boys cuddled in together to read a book. This alone was picture perfect--two energetic boys finally settling for the night. As I watched them read, I couldn't help but smile. Little did I know, it was going to get much, much better. The boys had picked out a book called "I Stink," a sweet tale written from the perspective of a garbage truck. As they read, doing their best impression of a garbage truck's voice, they started laughing... and laughing... and laughing...by this point, I was laughing too. Their fit of laughter lasted for a solid two minutes before they could pull it together and continue reading. Now, I don't know if it was the book or a case of the sleepy hahas but the boys continued to giggle as they finished up their nighttime readings. After I tucked them in and kissed them goodnight, I headed downstairs, still smiling.
the boys
Today I'm collecting wishes about laughter. Send me your wish and I might just send you a pie : )
