My daughter doesn't realize it yet, of course, but she's very lucky. Lucky to have been born into a household where there is no desire to film shamelessly contrived scenes of scatalogical slapstick in the feeble hope of securing an expense-paid trip to Glendale and an invitation to grin and applaud like trained monkeys, all dressed up in our Sunday best, at whatever stupid punchline Bob Saget throws out.
I'd like to see a study of the after effects of appearing on America's Funniest Home Videos. I bet it's as detrimental to a family's social fabric as winning the lottery, just without the "buy 20 new trucks for all the cousins" part.
But that must wait for another day. Because right now, I have to watch this video of a baby farting. It's pretty damn funny.