Fits of laughter...

That's how you'll find Mark and me most nights...literally bent over at the waist, tears coming to our eyes, gasping for breath hysterical.  All because of Turner.  And she's really, really, not trying to be funny at all.  There's no way we can remember them all, but I think these three will make you smile.

Last Saturday night at Toomer's Corner, she was running around in the toilet paper and having a ball.  When Samford Tower chimed the hour she stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide open staring at the clock.  She looked at me, then looked at Mark, and as honest as she could be asked, "Is that HEAVEN?"

Tomorrow night is our Fall Festival at our church and I borrowed our Panther Plinko game that my teammate built for our school celebration.  It's well constructed and really fun - but there are lots of 4" nails covering the front so that the circular discs will bounce down like the game on the awesome show The Price Is Right.

Turner asked me to bring it inside so she could play with it, and because I am a sucker I obliged.  It was propped up on the arm of our couch, and she decided she needed to bring her little art stool over to stand on, making her taller and allowing her to place the puck higher on the board.  After being told twice that the stool wasn't a good idea (in her typical almost-three-year-old defiance) she was still trying to step up on the stool.  I said, "Turner, get off the stool.  If you fall forward into that Plinko board your face might hit those nails and you could put your eye out!"  Immediately her eyes lit up and she shouted, "Oh YES!  Then I could be a PIRATE!"  I was trying to not smile, but I made the mistake of making eye contact with Mark.  We both got so hysterical we ended up hiding so she wouldn't see us totally out of control and unable to continue the admonishment due to her antics.

And tonight, she casually asked, "Daddy, do you want to watch me do tater tots?"  At least we thought that's what we heard, but we both looked a little questioningly at one another and asked her to repeat what she said.  "Wanna watch me do tater tots?"  About this time, I realized what she was saying, but didn't have a chance to explain before she demonstrated - by sitting down on the ground and while keeping both hands and both feet on the ground pushing her tummy up toward the ceiling.  She wanted us to watch her "table top" that she learned to do at tumbling class.

The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.  ~e.e. cummings