Sometimes it can be painfully obvious to myself that I might be a little too serious.
Last night Anna I and climbed onto her bed to read some of her new library books.
The first one she picked out is called Walter The Farting Dog.
Okay, ha, ha. Sounds funny and silly and perfect for my three-year-old who loves nothing more than saying any number of phrases related to poop.
I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard.
And I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard with her.
And I know she liked that because I could see the surprise and delight on her face at seeing my laughing so effortlessly.
I bet we’ll read it again tonight.