only a short leap to British humor Watching a sense of humor develop is a beautiful thing. Before my daughter was born, I got to observe this phenomena in my parents' Goffin's cockatoo, Dimitri, as we raised him from a little squeaker. The bird started out being amused by: 1. food; 2. us acting like goofs; 3. pooping on us. Now, at like 7 years old or something, he is amused by: 1. biting someone and listening to them scream; 2. divebombing someone and watching them flinch; 3. drinking his body weight in highly-sugared coffee; 4. knocking over fine crystal and watching you hollar and try to stop its inevitable demise; and 5. pooping on us. The potty humor is always a constant. Right now my daughter is amused by the flashing lights on her *lovely swing*, her daddy acting like an agitated ape, being naked, peeing on me, and food. I hope her humor doesn't go the way of the bird's. |