The Highest Form of Humor
Just now Robin came up to me laughing his head off. “What?” I asked him.
“Farted!” he burbled. “Funny!”
It’s hard to remember now how eager I was for him to learn to talk, for the day when we could have real conversations. He talks now—really talks: he speaks in sentences as often as not, although he still tends to be economical with words. But the content of his conversation is not quite as sublime as I had maybe been imagining.
