This cracked me up and totally reminded me of something my brother Matt used to do when he was around 4 or 5 years old. He was such a little goof, always making me laugh and being silly, much the way he still does, but with a lot less use of the word “fuck”.
He’d put on a ball cap and tuck a little four-year-old’s sweat sock under the rim on each side of his head, so they would hang down like a dog’s ears, then crawl around the upstairs of our house, scratching and barking, “Rarh, rarh!”
The memory of that makes me laugh out loud at the oddest of times, when I’m alone in the car or in the shower, or lying in bed at night trying to fall asleep or writing a blog entry.
