So you know how you blow on someone's stomach and make that noise that's impossible to re-create with an accurate spelling? Well, I do that to Eamonn almost every night after he's stripped and ready for his bath, but usually he just kind of looks at me like, "what exactly are you doing and why do you continually torture me this way?" But, for some reason, this night was different. He laughed. And not his usual "ungh" laugh, a real belly laugh. Repeatedly. And he didn't even stop when I went to get the camera! He's such a little joy...
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