Sweet Laughter, was named just that on purpose. As he was growing in my belly, I had lost all of my joy. I had heard that babies are very aware of there mother's emotions and often have a personality to match that of the pregnancy. I have no idea if this is true or not, but I wanted a boy who found joy in all of life. I begged and pleaded that he be full of laughter, and named him accordingly. My pleadings were heard, he breathes laughter.
Laughter: Momma, look at this big scratch!
Me: Oh how did you do that Bud?
Laughter: I fell off my bike.
Me: Oh well that happened a lot to me.
Laughter: Never in my LIFE has it ever happened to me before.
A little while later, when it was time to start school...
Laughter: I will write with this hand today, because this one hurts. Do you know why I practice writing with both hands every day? (Which he really can write with both hands.)
Me: No why?
Laughter: So when I hurt one hand I can still write with the other.