The other night, on the night that the cable and Internet were out (we didn’t lose power like so many other people over the Christmas holiday) Jon, Elle and I played running around the house and tickling and hide and seek.
It was impromptu and fun.
In the midst of the tickle game on the couch, I asked Elle, who had been saying “I goosy [goofy]” for a few days if she was goosy.
“Are you silly then?” I ask.
“Well, what are you?”
And with that she was off, running over the couch, launching over the end of the arm rest and onto the floor.
Melt. My. Heart.