Since the internet is down at our place, I’m swiping a pirated signal from the porch on a lovely fall evening. Inside, there are voices and squeals and exaggerated conversation as The Wife tries to get The Girl to give a command performance of today’s debut:
The Very First Laugh
I mean, a toothless grin, and a tilt of the head, and a big ‘ole belly laugh. About ten of them, actually. It was wonderful.