Crying laughing

No visit to mum and dad would be complete without witnessing my Dad losing himself entirely in a laughing fit so all consuming that the tears stream down his face, usually (I'd say always) at his own joke and usually (I'd say always) at my mums expense. It's contagious, even though the jokes are pretty lame, just seeing him lose it is enough to set me off, I succumb pretty early on but I've also seen Dave lose it too. Recovery takes a while, not least the stomach muscles which take a battering. And it's so tempting to set him off again, just a reminder of his joke or a hint of a lame pun and he's off again. Happy Easter!