Paragraph one about childhood.
When you were little, did you ever laugh so hard that milk and carrots came out of your nose? I did. It was like I had a little window in my nostril and when someone told an especially funny joke, carrots and low-fat milk would spontaneously burst forth onto a napkin or a bag, whatever I could find to stop the flow. When was the last time you laughed so hard that raisins and other fruits flew out of your nose? Recently?