I laughed...and that was the end of the argument. He knows I am done, how can I continue my diatribe once my shell is cracked with his accidental humor. He swoops in for a hug. Then, a quick kiss. I punch at him, but still, I'm laughing. So is he.
"Oh you! You made me laugh. I'm not finished being angry."
Oh, but I am.
My brain stops producing the stress hormones it was pumping only a second ago. My breathing deepens. Muscles relax.
Fight. Or Flight. Or Laugh.
It really is the Best Medicine.