The other day, I took my husband (and kids) to a really nice restaurant to celebrate his birthday. It was one of those places with the lights down low, fancy tablecloths, and candles on the table. A place where one should behave in a civilized manner.
Apparently, my son didn't get the memo on that last part. He was overtired, and in a completely silly mood. The boy started laughing. Not just any old laugh - a fully belly laugh. Soon, he was laughing so hard, he was crying. I looked at my husband. He looked at me. Then he looked back at my son. Big mistake. The man had caught the laughing bug. Soon, he was crying, just like Bubba.
I looked at my daughter. She looked at me. Then I made the mistake of looking at my husband. I bet you can't guess what happened next. Yes. I started laughing, too. Soon, tears were rolling out of my eyeballs. I could barely breath.
I bet you're wondering if my daughter resisted the laughing bug. No. She caught it just after me. Soon all four of us were laughing uncontrollably.
This silliness lasted at least five minutes.
When it finally stopped, I looked over at Bubba. "Dude, what were we laughing about?"
He shrugged. "I don't know!"