I love kids. Not just my kids. I love most little kids, and I don’t mean that in the Lolita kind of way, either. Little kids just crack me up. There is something about the ages between 2 and 6 that I just think is great.
I was dropping The Goon Squad off at preschool today and a little boy I had never met before came up to me and said:
Hi! My name is Michael. I am five and three quarters. Do you want to see what I can do?
And I knew. I knew immediately just exactly what he was going to show me. Michael shoved his hand up his shirt and into his armpit and made farting noises.
And it was still funny.
Kids are great. How can they be so predictable and so surprising all at the same time?