We haven't laughed like that as a family for months. It was quality time.
I'm wondering though, do our boys care whether we're laughing and having a grand time, or would they simply prefer the presence and attention of their parents?
Let me digress for a moment. When I was doing my student teaching, I tried to make connections with each class - that is, getting to know each student a little so I could teach effectively. It was interesting to observe, however, that I was kept at arms length most of the time. There were a few who seemed to enjoy my company, but it was very difficult to reach any sort of meaningful level of relationship.
Of course it was only a few weeks out of their school year that I joined them, and to be honest I think that's why they didn't let me in - they knew I was leaving.
Sure, I have students in my own classes who I can't reach personally, but they're the exception. And most of the time our interaction is limited, there isn't much quality time to be had. But that's just it, I'm there every day.
It's the same with my children. Even the most insignificant moment is meaningful because we're still together. I am led to believe that more and more small interaction is what it takes to create those quality times we all want.
"Dad, will you do this puzzle with me?" (Then do the dishes.)
"Dad, play with me!" (Then change clothes.)
"Dad, tell me a Thomas story!" (Then turn on the car radio - or not.)
It's amazing how often getting the correct order of operations will turn into deep experiences, after all, insignificant moments don't really exist - remember?