Today, as I sat quietly watching the NFL Draft as TheMonk and Swee’Pea played with toys, I heard the infectious laugh of little Swee’Pea. I glanced over to see what she was laughing at.
She was laughing at me.
She sat there on the floor (her new trick this week is she can sit up all by herself now), no toys anywhere near her, looking directly at me while laughing her little bootie off.
Not one to pass up a chance to laugh, I joined her on the floor and laughed right back. She thought this was even more hilarious and we had a good back and forth of good old belly laughs until she finally got tired of laughing and scooted away to the nearest toy.
I went back to watching the draft while trying not to think about how just looking at me is enough to make my daughter crack up.
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