Or, more aptly titled, Unable to Keep a Straight Face, and Loving Every Minute of It. Yesterday afternoon I was furiously trying to get some things done. I had an HTML email to get out for my boss, press releases to get up on my work blog for members, emails to return and, oh yeah, two highly intelligent and inquisitive toddlers to entertain and nurture. I’ll cop to accepting a bit of help from Shrek, allowing the girls to color and play trains with the entertaining quips of Donkey and Puss-in-boots to keep them fully engaged (read: away from my lap and the irresistible urge to “push da button ‘gain.”) I had just sent a test email to my boss when I heard a…