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6 Mar

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.