A little person with a sense of humor

Today my wife was downstairs playing with our eight-month-old daughter, Amelia, and all I could hear was the sound of Amelia laughing, laughing, laughing. I mean, really cracking up then settling down a bit and cracking up all over again. I’m sure I’m far from the first person to have had this feeling but it gives me some small measure of hope for the human race that this little person who barely knows her own name and doesn’t know enough not to crawl off the edge of the bed, has, if nothing else, a sense of humor.

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