“Why do squirrels swim on their backs?” His forehead wrinkles. “Because it’s fun?” “Nope. So they don’t get their nuts wet.” Holy shit. If you had told me that making Kenneth laugh would give me the same feeling as acing a test or stopping a goal, I would’ve made it my life’s mission years ago. It starts off quiet, with a jump of his shoulders, and when it really gets going, it’s a thing of beauty. Crinkled eyes and rosy cheeks. He wipes his eyes and leans back. “I think the purpose of the holiday is to prank each other, but I prefer your jokes, Eddie.”
