If you've ever wondered where I get my peculiar sense of humor. I think it all began on this fateful day when I was very young. To teach me the difference between right and wrong, my parents brought home some Barry Manilow lyrics to tear up in front of me.
At six months, I wasn't yet verbal, so I needed to have basic aesthetic values instilled in other ways. I wouldn't have understood a simple 'bad' or 'good' at that age, much less 'insipid' or 'nauseating.'
But I think this ingenious plan my parents worked out was quite effective.
I'm not sure, but I think these pages contained the words to Mandy.
O Docker, age six months, watching parent rip up Barry Manilow lyrics.