Dad's Belts are the best!!!

I know that's a weird title, but don't freak out.  It's just that I love playing w/ my dad's belts and it's such a funny thing that I thought I'd tell y'all about it.  Most times I walk as fast as I can from my bedroom to my mom and dad's room...and when I get in front of their bed, I tear around that corner like my life depends on it.  Then, as I go down the hall to their master bath, I laugh and giggle and run as fast as possible.  I don't want anyone to know what I'm doing, but once I'm right below the belts, which my dad has hanging from the little hook, I lose it and start screaming and laughing even harder.  He'll come around and hand me one of them, which I gently take w/ me around the entire upstairs area, dragging it behind me and looking like the cat that ate the canary.  Don't ask...none of us get it.  We're just rolling w/ it...