Day 27: I was four or five, about the age I was in this photo with Mom and Jill in Williamsburg, I think. In a card I made or conversation with my school teacher one day, I said, “My mommy makes me laugh. Not ‘heeheehee,’ but ‘hahaha.'” Mom’s mentioned this early indicator of fine humor writing (I jest) countless times through the years.
It makes her happy. That makes me happy.