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Laughing is better than having to admit how wrong you really are. Of course, laughing is difficult when one is being continually watched by an eight-year-old who is so absolutely filled with dignity that any laughter must automatically be some affront on that dignity. And sometimes, you are laughing at her, but if you admitted it, she would treat you to a long, drawn-out huffiness that you really don't want to have to deal with at all, but you can't avoid it if you tell her that the thing she said so innocently was funny because of something you know about her mother, which would take an hour to explain and wouldn't be a productive hour because her mother would also get huffy and you don't want to deal with more than one case of bruised dignity at a time. But it is disconcerting to have her pause while praying and then ask God to tell her why her auntie was laughing.