Hormones=brain loss

So I'm pretty sure, not exactly sure, but pretty sure my hormones have melted my brain. You see, Frances has a new trick, which we call raspberries, but is really glorified spitting, and I laugh at this trick EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. It has gotten to the point where she will raspberry, then look at me and smile in anticipation of my laughter. If I do not laugh, she just repeats the process, and it's just so darn cute I laugh anyway, and the vicious circle continues.