Do you know how the baby laughs?

Pouring ringing laugh. Joyfully, avidly. Sincerely and honestly. It seems that the sun beams around his eyes. Gentle and funnier you will never hear.

Hear? He is well. He is happy. The sun, jumping bunny on the wall. Dazzling white snow, its reflection in the mirror.

Funny little horse. This is a pony. He smiles. The horse! Again this thin little voice is ringing. Like a piece of ice in the cold.

Baby is not boring. He knows how to sincerely rejoice at everything that surrounds him. We adults have forgotten how to do it. We take everything that is happening around too seriously.

Sparrows ruffled on the branch! And how proudly with his head up, stretching his neck, the young pigeon is pacing? Take a look! Baby, you notice all this. You're smiling again.

His pure, childish laugh turns me on like this. I always see his affectionate look when I raise my eyes. Good morning, baby! Are you up already! Smiling eyes, snub nose wrinkles with laughter. He laughs because he wants, and not because of the rules of decency and good tone.

Although, who knows when he will grow up, maybe he will be the same as everyone else.

Embarrassed smile; vaguely hemming, hiding his laughter deep in his chest.

Anything can ... maybe ...

But for now you're just a little kid.

Please don't grow up so fast!