When an 8 Is Really a 10.

This. This is my kind of humor.

The tucked-in face. The constant checking-the-perimeter. The little touches here and there.

Then, when the tables are turned? The power-exchange? Aaaahh. Delightful.

Here is proof that I am not too old for Sesame Street. I am not too cool for Ernie’s antics.

Neither are you. 🙂