We were on the floor after dinner last night when Jack slammed his face into my stomach (on purpose – he does that). It was a little harder than usual, so it struck me as funnier than usual, and I started laughing. A lot. Somewhat uncontrollably. Jack backed away from me (which was hilarious), and then he rushed me with a big grin on his face (which set me off again), and then he stood over John and said, “Mama….nuh-nuh-nuh HA!”
And then I died. I am writing this from the afterlife. Please write “She died doing what she loved: laughing at her child” on my gravestone.