Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way. (from Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie)
Benjamin was standing up in the bathtub, holding on to the side. Jon was sitting on the bath stool and I was sitting on the floor next to the tub. We weren’t making faces or singing or doing finger plays or anything seemingly funny, but for some reason Benjamin was squealing with laughter. He would act like he was going to touch Jon’s knee, then pull his hand back at the last minute and just laugh. This went on until the water was cold. I wish we knew what was going on in that little head. What could have possibly been so funny about Jon’s knee? I think babies have some secret jokes that grown ups have forgotten the way to. I wish we hadn’t. There is no laughter like that again in life–the laughter that is totally pure and unspoiled by worry or knowledge or heartache or skepticism. When something is just knee-slapping funny for no reason and you don’t even know that reason exists. That would be nice.