Mom started attacking me with this squeaky toy the other day. What am I, a dog? Well I couldn't help myself and got a giggle attack. Which got me thinking ... what exactly is a laugh and where does it come from and how do I make it stop? I think I ruptured something.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
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I'm glad we could brighten your day. She laughs so hard she runs out of breath.
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