Joker

I haven't been practicing my rolling lately.

And my gums are doing nothing to grow teeth.

But I have been working on my sense of humour!

Today I had a good laugh with Noah. Mum had us sitting next to each other, and I leaned over to get a handful of Noah's shirt to shove in my mouth.

"She's eating my shirt!" he laughed.

I looked up in surprise, but laughed because he was laughing.

Then I did it again. And this time I laughed first.

And when you're little, a joke is funniest if you do it over and over again.

So I did.

Another thing I find very funny is Noah going to the toilet.

Noah often likes Mum to stand near the door while he's doing his business.

And sometimes, I happen to be in her arms when she's on toilet duty.

I find it hilarious.

I laugh and laugh and laugh.

Noah doesn't think it's that funny. Sometimes he gets cross at me for laughing at him.

But I don't care. I just keep laughing at him anyway.

Dad says I'm a joker.