Hold your hands out.
I'll hand one over.
Or open your mouth and I'll take a spoon and make airplane noises and pop one into your mouth.
I'll send one next day FedEx. Open the package feverishly.
It's my savior in moments of despair. It forces me to put it into perspective.
It's my mechanism for turning good into exquisite.
It unleashes, expands.
Sense of humor.