Robbie had his mom and I in stitches tonight. Robbie was on his back on the floor. I had been playing with him for a while, when I decided to do some exercises with him in the form of various sports officiating signals: arms up for touchdown; arms out for safe; a punching motion for out; a chainsaw motion for strike three; arms up and down for double dribble; and arms spinning for traveling. Robbie has always enjoyed having his arms moved around, but apparently tonight he really had a grand old time. So grand, in fact, that for the first time ever, he got hysterical. Now, Robbie has laughed before, but it has always been "tee hee hee" and that was it. This was different. This was continuous, honest-to-goodness, "dad, you're hilarious" laughter. That got me started laughing. The Missus, having observed this whole scene, started laughing. And soon the Wilsons were all giggling uncontrollably in the middle of the living room. Pricess stuff.
On an unrelated note, The Missus pulled the trifecta today: she had close encounters with spit up, pee, and poop. Good times!
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have you started to yell at him so he knows what he’s going to be experiencing when he finally does some officiating? He’ll have the thickest official skin ever. Nothing will phase him.
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