• Mood: mellow
• Music: Platters—Only You

KNOCK KNOCK

I got to hear the sound of rejoicing today. It's a pity that we adults no longer remember those moments of epiphany when we suddenly GOT something for the very first time. When we figured out how to tie a shoe, or ride a bike with no training wheels, or how to say exactly the right thing so that Mommy would let us stay up for 10 more minutes.

Martin has the most amazing belly laugh. When something strikes him as funny, he laughs his head off. He doesn't hold back. It's infectious and so inviting that I'm willing to bet large amounts of money that you'll laugh along with him every time. We were sitting on the couch, or rather, I was sitting, and he was lying in my lap preventing me from reading, so I taught him how to tell knock-knock jokes. The first one got a reaction I hadn't quite expected:

Me: Knock knock
Martin: Who's there?
Me: Boo
Martin: Boo who?
Me: Why're you crying?!

He started to laugh because I was kind of laughing, and I could actually HEAR IN HIS LAUGH the moment when he GOT it and his laughter turned genuine and busted out of him with joy. The anticipation in his eyes and his unfeigned hilarity for each new joke was brilliant. It lit him up from the inside and made me want to hug him really hard.

Martin's favorite:
Me: Knock knock
Martin: Who's there?
Me: Spell
Martin: Spell who?
Me: W—H—O

My favorite:
Me: Knock knock
Martin: Who's there?
Me: Interrupting cow
Martin: Interrupting co--(interrupted by Me: MOO!)

Nearly 200 eggs + 30-some kids + blue skies, sunshine, big floaty puffball clouds + strolling geese + interested onlookers + picnics on blankets = RECIPE FOR SUCCESSFUL EASTER EGG HUNT :D

And as Easter passes once more, I leave you with this: