“Let him kick,” mother exclaimed, half joking, “See how insane he is and how itchy his feet are.”
Everyone laughed into convulsions, uncontrollably.
Becoming exhausted, father at last stopped. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, turning to us, breathlessly. To our surprise, his face had relented, carrying a sense of calm. Once his breathing was normal again, he spoke as a different person with a different personality, kind of laughing himself and laughing at himself, “Laugh! Laugh! Laugh! L-A-U-G-H at the full moon!”