Four year-old humor

She hides beside me beneath an oversized blanket, blowing raspberries, declaring "You don't see me!" On cue, I reach over and tickle her middle, or something resembling her middle so far as I can tell (she is beneath a blanket after all). Peals of laughter turn quickly into appeals for more. The game continues for a few minutes-- calls, tickles, laughter-- until the blanket lies silent. I type. I get lost in my typing.

But the blanket is not appeased.

"Steeeeben! Steeeeben you can't seeeee me!!" The person-shaped lump beside me snickers. She is chumming. PIC wanders in from the bathroom, easily caught.

"Oh gee," says the fish, dryly reciting his lines, "I think I must. Sit down. Here. On the. Bed." Hysterical laughter explodes from the blanket as it's contents are partially squished. "What the?!?! Why, what is THAT??"

Moments later the blanket is thrown back, the sunshiney little girl floats on air, so pleased with the game she's created, the attention she has captured. Humor has become her drug.

"DO IT AGAIN!!!" This partial request/partial demand is met with more tickles from me, breaking from the typing.

Each time the joke is repeated, it is just as funny. Each time it ends, sunshine begs for more.

I wonder if this is somehow a metaphor for our political system. Let's just say that it is.