Noah got very excited about soap in the bathtub tonight.

Normally, soap has been something to be barely tolerated except for the fact of it producing bubbles which can be scooped up and blown into the air. But tonight, he washed his own hair. Well, patches of it. Six or seven times. And soaped up his belly even more than that.

After the 4th or 5th time, Jill spelled me for some tub duty time. When I came back into Noah’s room, he was shrieking with giggles. They’d figured out a way to make the squirting toy fish squirt bubbles, and Noah thought this was the Best. Thing. Ever. Even when he accidentally squirted himself in the face.

Is there anything better than listening to your child and your spouse practically collapsing in raucous laughter?