Because we are Godless heathens, Christmas with my family has always been less of a religious experience and more of a celebration of our collective eccentricities. My father and boy cousins spent most of the day playing Rockband in the basement, Einstein got a bath, and Mom spent a lot of time reading her new abnormal psychology textbook so that she could better analyze the lot of us. Here are some choice quotes from the last few days.
"(Mary) was pushing the Lord and Savior out her vag today, what did you do? Cook?"- Uncle Pete
"This fence is dangerous because someone could walk over and plant a bomb!"- Luke (age 7) while sledding
"I've farted 160 times in my cat Morgan's face, 280 times in my dog Leo's face, and 320 times in my fish's face."
"How did you manage to fart in your fish's face?"
"It's easy! Every time I clean his tank..." A typical conversation between Luke and I
"When I grow up I am going to be either a massage therapist... or an assassin." Luke (this kid is good with the quoting)
"And then the Lord decreed, "Thou shalt not farm bears."
"Jesus was raised by Vikings." Ellyn explaining why the Bible missed 30 years of Jesus's life
xx00 Hannah

