My barely-two year old woke up and smiled, looked up at the ceiling in peaceful morning revery, and let her rip. She snickered and said "I toot." I laughed and rolled her onto my belly and she reached forward and poked the mole on my neck and said, "that's funny." Without provocation both of my kids have found inherent humor in the mole on my neck-- it must be a stand up comedian. And the tooting-- well, some things are universal.
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