DAILY SNACK
FAM!
Peels of baby laughter ring out.
So again he tears over to the other side of the couch and slowly drives his white convertible dinky car along the arm.
It turns the corner and heads toward us along the back of the couch.
FAM! he shouts.
And again she’s in stitches, laughing and laughing.
So we do it again. And again and again.