Child's Play

I have found that the older I get, the younger my sense of humor is becoming. I sometimes turn on the television to Noggin, just because I can't find anything better to watch. I would also usually prefer to watch Toy Story to just about any other movie out there. I think the immaturity in my sense of humor, is because I spend most of my days surrounded by immature people...and I do not just mean my children. My husband is more immature than my 7 year old. And though I usually roll my eyes at his jokes, deep down I really love it, and he knows I love it. And then there are my sisters' kids, all of which provide enough comedic relief to last anyone a lifetime. My 3 year old niece told my sister last week to turn down the water temperature in her bath because it was "holy crap hot". I haven't stopped laughing since I heard that. Another equally precious 4 year old niece of mine asked my other sister "you know that thing in your head, I think it is called a brain, well mine is all messed up". I couldn't make this stuff up if I wanted to. I love it.

Laughter in a home is good, and if the children are not providing the comedy, then the animals will. Though honestly, our golden retriever's latest antics are not really funny at all, in and of themselves. They are only funny when I am watching them as a bystander, when it is not really me watching him through the window on my children's play gym. Let's just say I found out why the dog was often ending up in the swing outside. Let's just say his goal wasn't to swing...let's just say I have to buy my children a new swing...let's just say we have a male golden retriever for sale. Okay I'm not quite there yet, but he better shape up fast.

So now since you have wasted 2 minutes of your life visiting here today, and since I have brought you against your will down the path of a nonsense blog post with information you really did not need, why don't we go ahead and finish it off with one more clip of ridiculousness. How could I not love this Etrade clip? It is blatantly Thomas and Ty. And though it may seem like I am making an endorsement for Etrade, I can assure I am not. I don't even really know what Etrade is because unfortunately, I can too closely identify with my 4 year old niece "that thing in my head, I think it's called my brain, it's kind of all messed up".



Happy weekend my friends, I promise to be more normal next week.