Ari in the arms of one of our sick day rescuers:
I swear that’s laughter. Apologies for any motion sickness.
The strangest things set off giggles: she’ll sneeze a couple times in a row, let out a long, satisfying sigh, and then laugh, apparently, at the series of recent events. And then yesterday:
John: Anything happen today?
Me: Your daughter somehow managed to work her own feces up into her armpits and the folds of her neck.
John: Ha! Really?! God, sounds traumatic.
Me: Not for her at least; it couldn’t have amused her more.
anna in med school 