Working a lot, I miss out on some of the best comedy around that isn't subject to the whims of the striking Hollywood writer's guild - my children.
My au pair related a story about Son #2. As a 5 year-old without his daddy around, he is going through a phase where he periodically breaks down in utter sadness and whines about the smallest things. My au pair sent him to time out in his room for unnecessary crying (similar to the penalty for unnecessary roughness).
He came out of his room after the allotted penalty time, and our au pair asked him what he had learned about life.
In his most dejected, pathetic voice he apparently replied as follows:
"I learned that life is not all about crying. It's about, um, brushing your teeth. Taking the dogs outside for a walk. Going to the bathroom. And eating. And stuff."
Aristotle . . . Plato . . . Confuscius . . . Kant . . . Nietzsche . . . Chako-spawn #2. They are updating Philosophy 101 texts as we speak.