He starts off with a quick, twittering giggle that morphs into breathless heaves and usually concludes with tiny tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Then, when conditions are just so, something will rile him up again and the process will start over from the beginning. I tried to just observe him laughing this afternoon, but the emotion was so infectious that I found myself joining in.
A good laugh is a blessed thing. And this little boy of mine knows how to deliver one of the best.
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