Ah, humor.

Gusby,

You are constantly providing humor in my life, and I am beyond grateful for it. This latest installment of humor... Good Lord, it was good.

So Kris, Dante and myself went to my in-law's house for a little get-together. Joining us at this shindig were my in-laws, a couple with an almost two year old girl, a couple with three years and six months boys, and a couple with an almost three year old and a fourteen month old.

Pure, unadulterated mayhem. Chaos and anarchy. It was just... wow.

Early in the night, Dante was tasked with bringing into the mix an electric mini-golf game, complete with mini-golf clubs. I personally witnessed seven near-calamitous collisions between baby-heads and club-heads.

About halfway through the evening, I found myself in a chair, swinging the golf club aimlessly, just watching the children and partaking in some interesting conversations. Kris decides she wants the club, and begins to take it from me, as Dante approaches and starts to become a nuisance.

Now, he's not being a true nuisance, but I was feeling fiesty. So I try to whack him with the club, which means Kris holds on even more tightly. She looks at me and says, "Stop!" with a little giggle.

I ask politely, "May I please have the club back?"

Her response, "Why?"

To which I reply, "So I can hit Dante with it."

She reacted, and here comes the humor, by nodding her head for a moment, and loosening her grip on the club.

As I begin to guffaw, she realizes what's happening, and yanks the club completely from my grip.

Thank You, Gusby, for nearly allowing my wife to hand me a weapon of good-natured pain-infliction.