Old Moon Face next door has got an amazing laugh for a little girl. It's a full-throated chuckle that belongs on a chain-smoking, hard-living and easily amused 40-year-old and is utterly wonderful to listen to.
Last night to beat the heat she and Dr Bellows were out playing in their pool, tossing foam missiles back and forth to each other and shrieking with merriment. (I know they were foam not because I creepily had one eye pressed up to a hole in the fence but because they've occasionally been lobbed into our yard in the past.) As Grumpy and I were hanging out the washing and grinning to each other at the sounds drifting over to us we heard Bellows yell, "Hey!" and Moon Face's trademark laugh went into overdrive. She caught her breath long enough to say, "Mummy, Mummy, I hit Bellows in the balls....and he was naked."
So infectious was her amusement that even the bruised and battered Bellows had to join in with the hilarity.
I just hope they keep that pool well-chlorinated.
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