So, how would it be…
to be little again and to find something as simple as poking an empty hot dog bun with a fork—
to be so dang funny—so hilarious even, that you couldn’t stop laughing…
no matter where you were or who was watching or how much sense it did or did not make,
because the laughter was coming from so, so, so deep down in your guts, that you couldn’t stop if you had to?
But you don’t have to, baby—
so keep on, Mr. Giggleface.
and life will always, always be good.