I can't handle you right now.
Seriously. I can not.
Here are four things I can't handle about you.
1) I can't handle your silly, crazy humor. You're a crack-up.
It seems you've reached a developmental stage where things that are funny to grown-ups are also funny to you.
Lolopop has always noted both your sister's and your "sense of humor." As babies, you'd make a face or some sort of unintelligible declaration. "She's telling a baby joke," he'd note. Then, you'd dissolve into giggles. Or scrunch of your face and smile like, "that was a good one, huh, Mommy?"
Then, we moved to the stage of decipherable declarations, but the humor was lost on us adults.
"Eyeballs!" has been a perennial favorite. Or, "NO NOSE!" which I like to think that I get, so I laugh along. But, I see you rolling your eyes, like: "She soooo doesn't get it. No use pretending, lady."
More recently you've been laughing at things that adults laugh at.
You know, the good stuff. Bodily functions and their respective parts. People, especially your sister, falling down. And characters in movies saying or doing silly things.