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It began with a clipping someone posted at work on Monday….

“Children laugh 400 times per day. Adults laugh 15 times a day. Somewhere along the way we lost 385 laughs a day.”

I thought about this… how much DO I laugh every day? Now for the sake of clarification, I don’t believe whoever wrote this meant 400 sessions of laughing… I think they meant actual laughs. So on Monday I paid attention and I laughed maybe 40 times. Sad.

On Tuesday, I decided to make a mission out of it. I even challenged my Facebook friends and family to try to find the 385 missing laughs. Unfortunately, I think I only laughed about 100 times. I also think my coworkers may now believe I’m crazy. Laughter is contagious right?! I wonder if they were laughing with me or at me….

I’m disappointed I only had 100 laughs. Now, yesterday was a rough day involving numerous temper tantrums, smattered with an episode involving feces (don’t ask), some disputes between children and some intense and long problem solving sessions; put that together and it’s not quite the perfect recipe for laughter.

I’m still laughing much less than children. Sad.

So I’ve decided I’ve got to laugh more. Want to join me? Let’s start… now.

Ha, ha, ha… ha, ha ha… hahahahahahahahaha hahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

P.S. As I wrote this posting, I wondered, did I spell feces right? So I Googled it.

P.P.S. Don’t Google feces.

P.P.P.S. Urban Dictionary’s first definition of feces is:
the stuff monkeys throw at each other and later sniff for pleasure (think of it as monkey cocaine).

P.P.P.P.S. That definition of feces made me laugh.



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Jennifer Bly
Author of My Kitchen, My Classroom: An Introduction to Homeschool and creator of The Deliberate Mom. Jennifer writes about parenting, homeschooling, her faith, and life with her husband and two girls. Jennifer has a Bachelor of Applied Human Service Administration Degree with a specialization in Early Learning in Child Care.



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