I laugh a lot. In 38 years I have yet to find a situation where humour couldn’t be extracted however dark or inappropriate.
Then last Friday morning I found the exception that proves the rule when Sonny came bounding down the stairs. I winced, or maybe it was a recoil. Oblivious to the horror that had befallen his head he looked at me sheepishly,
“What’s wrong daddy?”… read the full post.