We've been having a bit of that too, JZ. Just met up with Isaac's teacher this morning to discuss his recently developed strategy of first misbehaving in class and then flipping out in tears. Poor noodle. I know he's a bit sick right now and that's a stressor. And I sometimes suspect that misbehavior preceeds a growth spurt, as if their little bodies get flooded with hormones or something.

(Note: not a scientist so the above conjecture is likely 100% inaccurate.)

Hey look! Paul Gross is on Broadway!

And I sometimes suspect that misbehavior preceeds a growth spurt

My friend Alison theorized that they tend to flip out as they approach developmental milestones. Again, on the notion that their li'l brains are processing too many elements to be entirely socialized.

I don't think I've ever had the giggle:blush:stammer reaction. Hell, I was able to talk like a reasonably coherent person to my rock star crush object, instead of blurting out "Oh my G-d, you are prettier than your photos", which is what was running through my brain.

It's comforting to know it's not just her and not just us, Burrell. Lots of vibes to you and Isaac. And I do need to remember that, as misery-inducing as it is for the rest of us, it's gotta truly suck to be the kid doing it. They're clearly not enjoying themselves; they just can't keep themselves from going totally off the rails. Those emotional storms have got to be twice as exhausting to experience from the inside.

Hey look! Paul Gross is on Broadway!

A friend of mine thought it was great for Paul Gross, but not overall.

I was able to talk like a reasonably coherent person to my rock star crush object

As noted probably a million times, I've been able to function very comfortably around every famous person I've encountered except for Eric fucking Idle. I'm not sure if all of Monty Python is off limits, or if it's just him.

And that one hot guy--my general reaction was to want to jump on him and frottage his brains out. I left the room when he walked in, and insisted that none of my friends left me alone with him, because I was pretty sure I'd have sex with him otherwise.

giggling, stammering, and blushing may be preferable to the classic, "er, um, that'll give you bees"

I'm not sure if all of Monty Python is off limits, or if it's just him.

Cleese and Palin would be daunting, I expect. Not personally. Well, maybe Cleese, though my friend Matthew dated his daughter at one point and said he was quite pleasant.

The only time I got tongue tied was talking to D.J. Bonebrake, the drummer from X. But that's a band that really meant a lot to me. One of the reasons I moved to California, really. That and Love and Rockets (the comic) and Los Lobos.

I cannot be left anywhere in the vicinity of Adam Yauch. In fact, I do not think I can ever visit Manhattan. OK. Not any borough. I may be ok upstate. Other than that, meh. I make a jackass out of myself with some frequency, but it isn't just famous people or crushes, it's a general jackassyness.

The main way I avoid(ed) being tongue tied around celebrities? Negging. Or outrageous lies. Like, really through the roof making shit up. Both are very relaxing icebreakers. Can't recommend either enough.