I love the way Delia laughs when I throw trash around the house. Like … when I burp and throw an empty can of whatever across the room, or feign a great deal of frustrated energetic anger (like because we’re all out of crackers) and make a big display of it by throwing said empty box of crackers across the room. And then she does it too. And it’s hilarious and harmless and just so much fun. Just clowning around. Being monkeys. Just laughing maniacally over super silly shit.
