Yes. I know how stupid this is.

I confess.

Their sense of humor is a madness I share with them and they know it. They put that fact in my face enough.

You see, you’re like us.

Earth to Tim. Earth to Tim. Come back to earth. Earth to Tim.

Fuck me.

There are times when you cannot pay me to be the adult in the room, baby, because I am not interested in that job description.

They make me laugh.

It’s a difficult job – making me laugh – but someone has to do it.

They do have their serious moments.

Like. In group.

When I say: We’re going to talk about our parents this morning.

Let the frowning begin.

They (kinda) know I’m kidding because the only way you can get them to discuss their parents is to wrestle them to the ground and shoot them up with truth serum and pay them money.

Those moments are rare.