She's a rapper, on the crapper.

Talking nonsensically is an Olympic event around here, with my 4 yr old and I vying for the top of that podium.

But this morning, as she has sat down for a quick poopoo before heading off to school, our little game reached a whole new level.

She saw me run by the bathroom in my underwear, and shouted "I see your stinky bunners!!"...ironic considering her current activity in the restroom.

Then we heard, "I think I need the air on".

My wife and I had a good giggle at this.

So I walked over to the bathroom to turn on the fan for her, and said with a smile "Miss C, you're weird-o-rama."

And she replied, without hesitation:

"You're Barack Obama."

I couldnt reply...mostly because I hit the floor laughing so hard...

And then she added:

"When I call you Barack Obama, you call me John McCain."

I crawled away to find my wife, who I could hear losing it in the next room, and I heard behind me:

"Hey...I still need the John McCain air on."

She doesn't have a firm grasp of the issues, but I love that she is in the game.

Viva La Rodent

The hardest part about being an aspiring performer these days is persuading Las Vegas that you have something new to WoW their slot-tugging aficionados.

That's why when I saw my son's latest act, I knew he had a winner. It's not just Mickey, it's Mickey Elvis. Note the karate stance, the pouting sneer, that bravado...

He's opening at Mandalay Bay next week. Ladies, please remember, he's only one. Panty throwing is not appropriate.

Don't be cruel. Thankyouverymuch.