Giggling

Finn "needed" to play outside when we got home today. He brushed the snow off his swing and demanded to be lifted up. I gave him a couple of solid pushes, and he started giggling like mad! I was struck by this moment, first of all, because how often do I just break out into pure laughter? But also, I wondered what exactly about this situation triggered Finn's laughter.

Was he relieved that he fit in his swing, even with his poofy winter jacket on?
Was he simply thrilled to catch snow flakes in his mouth?
Did he realize how goofy he looked in my hat?
Was he delighted by the irony of swinging in the snow?
Did he appreciate Mother Nature's joke, as just yesterday the last of our snow had melted?
Had he forgotten how much fun it is to swing?

--JAK