It's a Jack-in-the-Box full of humor and never fails to entertain by simply having fun. First his eyes light up as the joke connects with his brain. Then, his mouth gets bigger and bigger until, in a thunderclap of humor, his joy explodes out of him and he doubles over, bursting into laughter. It is a whirlwind of passion that tries to contain the hurricane of his personality. He never seems to quite succeed, especially when he certainly shouldn't be laughing. In elegant restaurants or solemn situations, his laughter takes a different route to escape his body. His form doubles again, trembling in the aftermath of his playfulness. Choking on a sort of snort that makes his shoulders rock and cover his mouth. My favorite laugh to hear, however, is the one that erupts when I make a particularly awful joke. His face contorts and he frowns slightly, but the frown is quickly replaced by a convulsive smile that explodes into laughter. This laughter starts out heavy and sarcastic, but quickly turns into a hissing giggle of mirth that rises higher and higher; as if you were climbing a mountain to obtain the lightness of the terrible