Like the time we played Chubby Bunny. You know, the game where you stuff your mouth with one Jet-puffed marshmallow after another and say, "Chubby Bunny" after each added mallow.
Yuck. But pretty funny.
Henry loved it, asks to play it again every time we're in the marshmallow aisle at the grocery store. It comes as little surprise that such inanity delights him so; he also thinks anything that rhymes with the word "bootie" is riotously funny.
I'm glad I get to share laughs (and my last name) with these two clowns.