I'm Gonna Get You: Baby Laughs and World Peace

Yesterday, O and I played a great game of “I’m gonna get you!” He’s discovered the joy of persuit. I brandish my tickling fingers and crouch down, whisper, “I’m gonna get you!" and off he goes, as fast as his fat baby feet can carry him, giggling maniacally. I follow, shuffling my feet and wiggling my fingers menacingly until I “catch up” with him. He is then promptly zerbitted, which sets off more fits of baby laughs. I should work on a way to bottle baby laughs. They’re almost impossible to resist, and I believe if statesmen and politicians and religious leaders were exposed to them more often, they could work out their differences with less strain.