The best part of any day and a prescription for sadness is my children's laughter. Deplorably, the most authentic laughter from my boys is produced after a burp or fart, but today I heard it when Tom was teaching Travis a hand song that his dad taught him.
Pat 'a cake, pat 'a cake baker's man,
Roll 'em, roll 'em fast as you can,
Put 'em in the fire, put 'em in the fire,
Gobble 'em all up.
Last year for Mother's Day, Tom bought me a recorder and recorded the boys laughing on it. I'm convinced Tom had as much fun evoking the laughter as the boys did in creating it.
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