On occasion, I like to get a buzz. Please don’t judge me, I’m just being honest here. I love to feel floaty and euphoric—I don’t think that makes me a bad person and I am certainly not the only one who feels this way. I think the fascination with altered states begins when we are babies and only gets more serious when we switch from spinning around in a circle to oh, say…vodka.

My kid is obsessed with altering her world. She loves it when we spin around in the office chair. (Yeah, remember the thing you could NEVER do as a kid? Why the hell not? The chair was made for spinning for fcuksake! Well, being a grown up has only a few perks and IMO this is one of them. I bought my own office chair and I spin in it whenever the hell I want to, so SUCK IT, Uncle Norm.) Bunny also flings herself backwards every chance she gets because she likes to be upside down. Yeah, thanks Daddy. Maybe “Who is the Most Upside-Downest Baby?” wasn’t the best idea for a game. She has no concept that the laws of physics actually apply to her, so there she goes again arching back—you’d better be holding her with two hands or she will get a crash course in g = GM / (R + h) ² .

So now she has started to do these little baby headstands and it might actually be the cutest thing on the planet—except she does it a LOT. Like maybe a little too much. Think about it– these are the little baby equivalent to shots of tequila and she’s doing at least ten a day! I think she is addicted to headstands and may need an intervention.

Maybe I should call Dr. Phil.