The word “giggle” is one of my all-time favorites. It’s not an onomatopoeia, but it still carries a rhythm that makes me grin just for saying it. It’s juvenile in the best way possible. I’d rather giggle than just simply laugh. Giggling is sillier and more joyous. It’s genuine, pure and entirely visceral.
Adults laugh, guffaw, chuckle, chortle, snicker, smirk and sneer.
Kids giggle.
I’d rather giggle.
This won’t be a long, drawn-out piece today. I’m just documenting a few random thoughts that might be worth a couple minutes.
Yesterday, while having dinner with my sister and two nieces, Autumn and Lauren, we got on the topic of video games. My sister, who teaches elementary school kids, said that’s all kids ever talk about — specifically Call of Duty and Grand Theft Auto, which are both rated ‘M’ for Mature (meant for people 17 and older). That’s not surprising, though it is a little discouraging for reasons I’ll touch on in a moment. Continue reading
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