LOL! Or Not.

There was a young man who taught youth
Who was quite a stickler for truth
He said it won't do
To write a haiku
That leaves out the nature forsooth!

This is my response to Dave's comment that haikus are supposed to be about nature, not bandwagons. I'm not sure how accurate it is regarding Dave's life-stage, nor am I sure what "forsooth" means, but I challenge him to argue with so witty a comeback!

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But this entry is not about our marital poetry wars; it's about Opal and the fact that she doesn't laugh. Here's what she does when she's really tickled about something:

1. Smile. Not her normal pleasant grin, but a wide open, I'm-so-excited-I'm-going-to-eat-you, full-face smile.
2. Breathe. Even with her mouth open, she closes her throat and breaths quickly and loudly through her nose.
3. Bounce. If you're holding her, she'll pump her legs like she's trying to take off, and heaven help you if her feet find purchase on your lap or the floor. She'll bounce till you're tired of holding her, and beyond.
   

But she does all this without a giggle. Sometimes she'll squeal or sputter, which is incredibly cute, but it's not the same "laugh" that we recorded Rolland doing when he was much younger than she is now (and which he still does). I'm kind of hoping she'll be a silent laugher, who shakes her shoulders but never makes a sound. That would be both funny and interesting.

Our Funny Girl