Waking up and unfolding in a hurry.
Mockers have just discovered the suet.
A co-worker stepped into my office early this morning and said, "Mary, what are you laughing about?" She fell in love with Chet Baker's face. While I watched him covet a leftover on a dinner plate, I laughed myself silly. That pepperoni lovin' boy is a smooth operator!
Seeing him at the dinner table brought to mind Bella's first birthday, nearly three years ago, and I hoped I could dig into my archives and find a folder of photos from that day. I remember walking through Target with a silly grin on my face choosing Scooby-Doo birthday hats, blowers, ice cream cups, candles, and cupcakes.
Chloe (left): Are we allowed? Doesn't matter, I'm going for it.
Bella (right): What are we doing?
Chloe: I don't care if it's her birthday, I'm getting mine and I'll eat hers, too.
Bella: What are we doing?
Chloe: Love vanilla.
Bella: I'm scared. I'm gonna get hollered at. My hat's f-f-falling off.
Chloe: You're on your own, kiddo.
Bella: But we need to use a poon.
Chloe: Just let me have it. I'll eat that, too.
Bella (background): Hey, it's my b-b-birthday. Can I play?
Over-the-top? Absurd? No, not if you know and love Boston Terriers. It's normal dog joy and five minutes of human belly laughs.