When I was a kid, I bored my poor mother by reading her passages from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.  I was insufferable.  As a dedicated sci-fi geek and comedy nerd, I abused my mother’s love for me by reading something out loud that I’m sure she didn’t understand or care about.

Luckily for me, and unluckily for everyone else, I haven’t changed much.  My daughter just came home from school and I interrupted her YouTube consumption by reading her a passage from Jack Handey’s “What I’d Say to Martians.”  She didn’t care, she barely enjoyed it because she wanted to do something else.  But she didn’t really have a choice because boring people is a privilege that loved ones share.

Ain’t love grand?