Well, today I tried out my 95% theory on the young man who took my groceries to the car. We were talking about his work, and he mentioned that he really likes the nice customers. I said, "I'll bet that 90% (see I was low-balling here!) of your customers are nice, aren't they?" There was dead silence. Then I said, "What would you say are nice." He replied, "70%, but you are very nice." Sweet boy, but he blew my statistics out of the water. I'm going to file it under Schroedinger's Cat, and keep relying on my own statistic.
What is it about a baby's laugh that is so infectious? I was just watching a video of two toddlers (?still bald and in diapers, but standing up) playing with rubber bands and cabinet door knobs. They would put the rubber bands on the door knobs, and laugh like crazy! Sometimes, they would fall down and laugh. Sometimes they would pop the rubber bands and laugh, and sometimes the bands would just fall on the ground and they would laugh. Watching the video made me smile, and eventually laugh out loud. The person videotaping them began to laugh, and then the kids REALLY started laughing. They would look up at the person filming them and laugh, and it was obvious that sharing the joke made it more pleasurable to them. All in all, it was a delightful two or three minutes. I wish everyone could have a laughing baby in their lives at least once a week. Of course then we'd probably have to endure a crying baby in our lives, too. As a friend once told me, you have to take the bitter with the sweet. (But I'm convinced that it is sweet 95% of the time! snicker!)
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