Late night conversation with my daughter last night ranged from what the invitations to her sweet 16 party ought to look like, to her assessment that a tragic mistake like the one documented on Nightline should never happen, to a concert she’d really, really, really like to attend. She was sitting next to me on the couch with her feet in my lap because they were cold and I was warm, she said. Of course, the temptation of ticklish feet right in front of me was more than I could entirely resist; random attempts at minor tickles followed.
Conversation continued throughout and at some point we found ourselves with a severe case of the giggles. This is when I learned from her that giggles can get stuck in your throat, and will stay there until you let them out! Who knew? Stuck giggles shouldn’t stay stuck, I’m told, it’s not good for you.