Monday, December 18, 2006
My dad really wants me to be funny. Every time I burp, fart or spit up, "That's hilarious," he says, "keep that in the act."
He talks to himself. Last night he was pacing, "People are unhappy all the time...Happy Merry...Kapow!" Daddy rambles, allowing any thought to be spoken out loud, trying to say something funny. He gets annoyed when no one laughs. Mommy ignores him. I laugh when he throws me in the air. Unfortunately, he can't throw people at the comedy clubs in the air.