The other evening Wee Babe “had a joke to tell” to anyone who sat next to him. His delivery was adorable.
He was very intent on the scripted lines.
It was difficult for me to concentrate on what he was actually saying because of the cuteness.
We both did well: him in correctly telling a joke that was actually funny and me for actually laughing at the correct time.
We were both giddy in the end, just for different reasons.
I have a rough life, don’t I?