When I think of annoyance, I think of all the times you screech and scream like a madman.
When I think of exhaustion, I think of the times I look at you and know that you are planning some sort of prank.
When I think of insanity, I think of your smile.
When I think of idiocy, I think of each time you trip and fall on absolutely nothing.
When I think of poorness, I think of your haircut.
When I think of fire, I think of you. For obvious reasons.

But when I think of contagiousness, I think of your laugh.
When I think of fun, I think of you bouncing in your seat.
When I think of true happiness, I think back to you, completely vulnerable, completely unaware of how the world bites, yet safe in my arms.
When I think of love, I think of you.
Sometimes.