I ask, because...well, you know that anti-smoking PSA that has the guy with the Mexican accent talking about how much he used to love to swim? And how his lung cancer caused him to have to have a tracheotomy to breath? And how now he has to talk through that hole in his throat by holding that little vibration-detecting gizmo up to his neck so he can speak in that sad monotone? And how if he gets water in the hole, he will drown? And then he reiterates, poignantly, to close the spot, that he "used to love to swim?"
My daughter, every time this commercial is over, walks around for at least 5 minutes, with her arms and legs straight like she has no joints, saying things in monotone such as, "I AM A ROBOT. I CAN NOT GO SWIMMING BECAUSE I AM A ROBOT. ROBOTS CAN NOT SWIM. I AM A ROBOT," and so on. And then I stifle laughter, mostly unsuccessfully, because I find that kind of hilarious.
Does that make me a bad person?