Belly laughs are hard to come by. Even a real, genuine laugh can be a precious commodity. But today, I enjoyed both.
The Clown came home from working out, and as he prepared to shower, got the ingenious idea to streak. Yes, streak.
It was just a quick lap around the house, but that’s all it took to bring on a bout of laughter that was long over due. And in true circus fashion, the Strongman joined in, because who could resist stripping down to nothing and running naked through the house yelling, “I’m streaking”.
It could have been the element of surprise that got me, or, just the shock factor, but I’m pretty sure it was the sight of a grown man, wearing nothing but tennis shoes, jogging through my living room, with his young naked son following close behind.
I wish everyone a good streak this year.