Later, when we were both getting dried, you were exploding in cute cheeky laughs and I couldn't help laughing too. I felt so happy to have you with me. Then, when we went home, I gave you a bath and you were showering me like in the pool. At that point when I started telling you that that was not good, you started laughing laughing and laughing louder and louder, with your shiny alert eyes. Then again, short after I put you to bed, your cute high pitched laughs came back. I went to check what was going on in the crib. Your blankets, sheet and pillows where all around you in a kind of Picasso's composition and you were laughing your little butt off again.

It is not the first time that you make me laugh so much. I think there is a funny/ridiculous side in you that, blame it on your genes or on your dad teaching you bad habits, is growing, every day. Last week I was in a shoe store. An older eccentric, but elegant lady right out of a Jane Austen novel stopped to say hello to you and kept chatting with you - I was thinking, aha, the same old reason: "he is cute!". She then said that she was enjoying talking to you because you are funny. She explained that she used to have a large temp agency business and that she was good at spotting people's personalities from the first encounter. She was convinced that you will become a comedian! Well, that day you must have successfully entertained her for at least 20 minutes. Tu sei un vero latin lover!
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