We are weirding out over here, man…
Not only did I post links to those disturbing (yet magical) videos, but I had to call my son over to watch them with me – like the good dad I am. After we rolled around on the floor in fits of hysterical laughter for a while, I got up to head out the door:
Whiny: Where ya going?
ME: To church. To choir practise. I think I need to go to church after that.
I’m late, so I’m driving like a hundred mph, blasting The Cramps as I pull into the church parking lot… then I switch gears to sing Mendelssohn and the Randall Thompson “Alleluia”… and return to find my wife and son, engrossed in a Van Damme marathon, seriously discussing the size of his nostrils.
And my daughter just walked in the door saying “Hidee-ho” like Mr. Hanky…
I love Mr Hanky!!! Yea I’m sick like that yo! 🙂
I dunno, sounds like everything is normal. Such as that is. Don’t change a thing. 🙂