Nature trumps Nurture

Let's face it, women are not equipped to make the guttural, primal noises that our counterparts can. What is it about the Y chromosome that allows it's owner to imitate so much of life using any body part imaginable? Jerry can morph into a machine gun wielding chimp with gastrointestinal issues and it turns Ella into hysterics...every time. Sure, she loves crawling into my arms after she takes a tumble and looks for me whenever I leave the room, but Daddy brings the laughter. I'm simply a comfy, familiar, blanket. Daddy is a walking, talking amusement park. The energy shifts whenever he enters the room. As hard as I try, I can't shake the blanket role and that's o.k.. Jerry cracks me up too.