Mirth.

“As my self-restraint arm wrestles my mushrooming mirth for control, I flash what I hope is a reassuring smile at the family on the blanket near mine. Maybe they would giggle along, if only I could explain to them about the geese. Kids like funny sounds, right?

But I’m clenching my teeth so hard, in a failed effort to contain my own cackling, that I can only snort, “geese!” Which might have sounded like “cheese!” or “bleach!” I can’t really say.”

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