They actually had me laughing out loud on the drive home today. The three of them all lined up in the backseat, arms all intertwined passing toys this way and that, singing in unison (and I use both those terms verrrrry loosely) at the top of their lungs, "GOD BLESS AMERICA, LAND THAT I LOVE, STAND BESIDE HER, AND GUIDE HER, LA-LALA LA-LALA LA-LALAAAA..."
Ratcheting up their already squeaky voices into these uber-falsetto-make-your-ears-bleed tones. Giggling and squealing in that infectious, pee-your-pants sorta way, and snorting as they laughed because it's just so uncontrollable.
And that laugh, that belly laugh that rattles the back of their lungs...
...I covet thee. I want that laugh. I want to feel that free and honest and real.
Man, it's just about the best thing I've heard all week.
[Updated to add picture.]