continuing on the quest to expose him to music, oliver sat in his lounge chair as the rapture spun its turn in the cd player. had he known how to put the components together to fashion a laugh, he would have. instead, he smiled his D smile and threw his head back as if willing the sound of a laugh to come out. it didn't, but i understood:
he really seems to like the rock version of jazz hands.
he already understands just how ridiculous jazz hands are even when they're the rock version.