I can't see him. Where did he go?

There were a few things I was certain I should never laugh at when I grew up and became sophisticated. The plan was to be completely mature and cool after I returned from Europe by the age of 21. The years have come and gone since then and only part of my plan came true; I went to Europe by the time I was 21. I stood in awe at the site of the Sistine Chapel and climbed to the top of the Eiffel Tower. I might be a touch more cultured after my return, but I am still not mature or cool and I still laugh at uncultured things.

First of all, I thought I should not laugh at my dad's corny jokes. Like when talking about someone who is hearing impaired and my dad would pretend he didn't hear by saying, "What? Huh?" Of course I fell for it every time and repeated the thought again.... and again. Is that really funny? Yes. Actually it still is.

A grown-up, sophisticated person should also NOT laugh at anything having to do with farting. In my mind, being mature and cool meant farting would cease.... or at least cease being funny. Oh, how far I've fallen. Just the other day I busted up laughing when Mandy tooted in the bath and then giggled as she said, "My fart tickled me!"

And Camo. It should not be funny when someone is wearing camouflaged clothes to say, "Wow, I can't see him." Or "We'll never find him now," as the person runs around in camo clothes. When I grow up, I am seriously not going to laugh at that.

I wanted to take a picture of Rem in the outfit a friend gave him. I put him on the green blanket and started taking pictures. Jeff came in the room and said, "Where's the baby? I thought you were going to take his picture." Haha. Why am I laughing?