Definitely my child, really.

So there is a custom among certain of my people that the test for someone being Excessively Punchdrunk is to say "A stick!*" at them and see if it makes them fall over, under the principle that the relevant joke is really only funny at about 3am.

KJ is bouncing around being kind of hyperkinetic and chatterboxy so I addressed her with "A STICK!" and she cracked up, but of course then I had to explain why I had addressed her with "A STICK!"

Long story short, we have now determined that dogs are assistive devices for disabled boomerangs.






* "What do you call a boomerang that doesn't come back?"
"A stick!"