As you know, Little G’s birthday was yesterday. It was a great day. We went to the aquarium, had pizza and cupcakes, and Grandma and Grandpa bought him a water/sand play table. It was in the 40s and raining, so we temporarily put it in the garage and filled the whole thing with water. Awesome, right? Little G loved it.
Here’s the thing. I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to have nightmares about Little G’s laugh. Seriously. He sounds like a crazed killer clown or something, and he’s doing it all the time now. It’s not just me, right? This is creepy.
Sweet dreams, my lovelies!
Like Swimming 
Chuckie?? Chuckie?
Amber, this totally made me giggle–in a non-crazed way.
He probably got it from TV. He sounds a little cold. Does he do this when he’s warm? Let’s watch.
Why yes, yes he does. He did it all last night.
So I don’t know if it would have been creepy to me regularly, but with that contextualization…yeah, totally creepy. I’m pretty sure he’s plotting some sort of water table takeover.
Water table takeover, good. Possession of immortal soul, bad.
Maybe it’s good I forgot it was his birthday yesterday, since now I know I should get him a big plastic knife and a supply of fake blood. Awesome.
Great. Now I’m really looking forward to your next visit.
put little g on your porch for halloween. freaky! but also kind of awesome.
Ooh, I know! We could record it, then have it playing on our front porch in an endless loop all night long!
That gave me the giggles! I replayed it like 5 times!
By “the giggles” you mean “the sensation that I’m being stalked by a crazed serial killer,” right? 😉