Children always have a natural tendency to unintentionally stir up a scream with a good laugh.
When my son was just a few weeks old, I left him on the futon a meter away from me facing my back. I had to pump milk before he gets hungry because for some reason I could not produce enough to satisfy his appetite. I would compete with formula which completes his mealtime. I heard my daughter approached him and suddenly started making sounds like counting. She must be trying to teach him the earliest syllables she had mustered, so I thought.
Her brother was also trying to make a sound from his mouth… imitating big sister? I have to check this, turning my head, I bolted up from the floor and swiftly grabbed the mountain of wipes on top of Alek’s face! That was really counting she was doing, pulling the wipes one by one from the case and piling them up on the baby’s face. Gasping I checked his breathing and turned to Sunny so mad, only to scold her and hug her and laughed so hard.
