What a laugh!

Oh, that girl....she is such a little jokester.

There is this little wooden chair in her room. She sat on the arm of the chair, once, and her dad laughed at her. Now she does it every time we go into her room, just to get a reaction out of us.  To change it up a little, she'll sometimes put a stuffed animal into the chair and sit on top of it, with a wicked little smile on her face, like she knows she's doing something goofy.

There is a certain book that she loves to read before bedtime, and there is one page in particular that has always made me laugh. She has taken to opening the book to that page, looking at me with a little shriek, and giggling like a fool.

Have you seen the AT&T commercial with the four people riding in the car? The guy with AT&T downloads a joke quicker than the other three, then does that wheezy laugh while the other three people are still waiting for their service to complete the download? Brigid can do that laugh. And she does it, every time she thinks she's being funny. Which is all of the time, really.

When I tell her not to touch something? She'll hold her finger a mere centimeter away from whatever object I told her not to touch, and smile sweetly at me until I start to laugh at her.

Surest way to get her to smile? Tell her not to smile.

I am so happy she inherited my sense of humor!