I'm sitting here with my oldest brother Jeremy, my youngest sister Olivia, and my niece Lily. They are playing with one of those baby dolls that make "realistic" baby sounds and opens and closes her eyes. Jeremy puts the baby to sleep and Lily watches as he wakes her up so that she'll cry. Then Lily giggles like crazy. I love the sound of children laughing. There is something so pure and uninhibited about it. In one of my favorite movies, the Mary Martin Peter Pan, Peter tells Wendy that when the first baby laughed for the first time it broke into a thousand pieces and they all when skipping about. And that's where Tink came from. I think it's fitting, though, that a baby's laugh skips. I can picture it skipping from ear to ear. So back to Lily and Jeremy. Lily came running in and told Doctor Jeremy that her gorilla was hurt. Jeremy checked for the usual problems, like blood clots and cancer, then Lily calmly told him that the gorilla was climbing on the sky and fell on the stairs and broke his arm. Jeremy was suddenly very concerned and "called" child services and had a social worker come visit. After Lily was satisfied with her gorilla's health and ran into the next room, Jeremy asked me if he was playing with Lily or if he was playing for himself. Since Lily had no idea what was going on and doesn't know what a social worker is I told him that he was definitely playing for himself. But don't we all.
