The propeller seeds fell at an inconsistent rate. It was a challenge for me to keep the Bubs staring up in the sky for any extended amount of time. So I resorted to continually pointing up towards the tree and telling the Bubs to "look there" and "there's one!" Thankfully, the propeller seeds were falling at a rate of one every 10-15 seconds (yes, I counted). Soon, he started noticing them before I did.
The Bubs started pointing up towards the sky and saying, "look there Daddy!" I was impressed that these seeds where keeping his attention. It was like striking gold for a two-year-old. However, he soon started randomly pointing all around him while repeating, "look there!" He was clowning around with me.
I sat back and took pride with his sense of humor. I'm looking forward to showing him some of my best humor. Should I tell him I was voted "class clown" in seventh grade? Hmmm... maybe not. Maybe I'll let him develop his own humor and keep out of his way.I don't want him to be awarded with any "class clown" recognition. There are already too many clowns in this kid's family.

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