I read somewhere that in life each of us is striving every which way to return to the joy we knew as children. Having a kid makes that statement real. I just watched my one and a half year old eat his supper. I stood about ten feet away and just left him alone in his own little world. And who knew eating spaghetti and meat sauce could be so much fun. By the end it absolutely everywhere - on him, the chair, the table, the floor - but so much fun had been had. And for me, pure entertainment. All the laughs I need for today.