Re. mirth, just as a precious to me as the memories of my daughter's laughter at her own, DW and my silliness with word games is the crestfallen fallen look on her innocent little face the first time she experimented with a joke that just was not funny. The transition from laughing her little head off to crestfallen as she realised that we were not joining in that time exposed her true vulnerable fragility and that just melted my heart.

There is a really good book, Tomfoolery, that provided her with a lot of fun too.

Become what you are