Making Mom Laugh

I just watched the 1966 film, "The Russians Are Coming, The Russians Are Coming!" I love it because my mom loved it, and it made her laugh. I can practically hear her laughing when I watch it. As much as I love music (especially from the 80s), I don't know that I have ever heard anything so beautiful as my mom's laugh. Now that she's gone, I take great comfort in the fact that I made her life-both with me and at me-many times. One particular time was when I was in kindergarten and I was telling my mom what my teacher looked like. I said she looked like she was wearing three inflated innertubes around her middle. In a manner befitting the vocabulary of a kindergartener, I said that my teacher looked like she had one innertube for her chest, and two innertubes below that to hold her superfluous girth. I'm glad to have made my mom laugh. I'm glad she gave me her sense of humor.