Tonight my son seemed restless. Distracted. And so, after he swallowed his fourth taco (no, not whole--it just seemed that way) he asked me a question.
Poppy's son: Mom, is it hard to be funny?
Poppy: For some people--yes, I suppose it is. But for other people--the lucky ones--well, wit and humor are always threatening to burst out--sort of like an explosion of yellow baby diarrhea up the back of a diaper.