My son is my friend. I don't have to go about changing him. He's, well, he's very funny in my eyes. I'm about half-blind, though.
We go out for pizza. The table has butcher paper and crayons. Ben draws out some emoticons he's become familiar with. I crack up. The bartender thinks I'm drunk. I'm not...yet...She makes a damn fine margarita, though, strait up on the rocks.
--G.D. It! (look from right to left)
--Angry nerd (R to L again)
---Oh dear God! (R to L)
We are easily amused. It's a gift, I guess.
Somebody you let down your guard enough to laugh with, becomes your friend forever. Why is that?