So, tonight my kids were goofing around and pulled their shirts over their heads and they totally reminded me of nesting dolls.

I remember loving and playing with nesting dolls when I was a kid, in Germany we call them Piroschkas (which is not a German word, but a Hungarian name as far as I know and no, I don’t have a clue why they are called that).

I don’t know why, but seeing them goof around and giggling (I swear I heard some belly laughs) just made me really happy. Even happier when they agreed to have their picture taken. For my blog. I fully disclosed my intentions to them and they said “yes” anyway.

Of course my daughter insisted on having a serious face for the picture, she is almost 15 years old after all, so enough with the silly stuff!

We need more belly laughs.