At the end of the second day the baby laughed for the first time.

He laughed to no one else, for a very simple reason.

He laughed for the first time since he'd ever gone North.

I started laughing for the first time in a long while.

The other boys near him were laughing at the moment, too, for another reason.

Even his own side are laughing at him for the Cold war line.

Laughing at him for how easy he was to lead around, and not even by the hand.

When he said the car doesn't start, I just laughed for about five minutes.

They both laughed for the first time since they'd known each other.

We laughed for a moment, and I started to feel a bit better.