I swear to you, I had no idea that I cackle.
Bud and I were playing and he was doing a big fake laugh - "HAHAHAHA" - that he does. He encourged me to join in, "You do it!"
So I jumped in with a fake laugh of my own: "HAHAHAHAHA!"
"No, like this - heh-heh-heh-heh-heh," he cackled.
"Hahahaha," I tried, in a different fake laugh.
"No," he redirected. "Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh."
"Heeheeheeheeheehee!"
"No. You try it - heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!"
The absurdity of the conversation combined with his impish little face cackling at me finally got to me and my fake laugh morphed into a real one.
And that's when I heard it.
"Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!"
It stopped me cold.
I cackle.
I am a cackler.
Reality bites.
3 comments:
A bit of Bud magic at work----with a pinch of pixie-imp dust?
I snort.
Really, really loudly. When your kid thinks he'll grow extra fingers when he's older, its hard not to.
I snort, cackle, chortle and guffaw. I was once evicted from an office for laughing too loud. When the landlord told me that people had complained that I laughed too loud, my response was predictable: I started laughing and proved him right. Keep on cackling. It's good for ya!
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