I’ve always been attracted to goofs. I married one even. (He should not be offended if he reads this. He should be flattered.) I’m actually quite uncomfortable around people who don’t have a bit of goof in them. I worked with a creative director years ago who had zero sense of humor. I couldn’t connect with her. The quiet, serious folks who eye me with disdain are the ones who make me babble from nervousness. Well, I admit that I babble even when I’m not nervous, but it’s much, much worse when I am.

It’s perfect, then, that my kid is a complete goofball. He makes things fun. If you’re nice to me, I might let you borrow him for a bit.