Funny Like I'm a Clown

This week the world is your oyster and you are the baby sittting beside the oyster laughing uncontrollably. Over the last few days, you've started laughing at yourself, by yourself, for yourself. We aren't sure what is so darn amusing, but man, you must have a few good jokes rattling around in those little developing synapses of yours. Perhaps you overheard my joke about the horse in the bar and are just now getting around to understanding the punch line. Or maybe you've just realized the hilarity of that knock knock joke about the sailor that I was telling that woman in Starbucks two weeks ago. Regardless, there are times when you just burst out in laughter. Which is all fun and great in that way that baby things are unless it happens at five in the morning when THERE IS REALLY NOTHING FUNNY AT FIVE IN THE A OF M MISTER HARDY HAR HAR PANTS.

And what is cutest/strangest/weirdest/creepiest of all is the laugh you've decided to go with. Like some babies just have that belly chuckle. Like some babies have that giggle that rolls in waves across their entire bodies. Like those babies you are not like. Instead, you've chosen what I can only best describe as a laugh like an asthmatic donkey with its leg caught in the gate. While a farmer is stabbing it with a pitchfork.

It's glorious in its uniqueness, Jack. I feel fortunate that I'd be able to pick you out of a crowded mall from four stores away simply by listening for it.

Love,
Your Momma