I got out of the shower this morning while my little sister was prancing around the house in her "princess dress" (really, a flanel blanket) with her mother's high-heeled pumps on, swaying and clomping and dancing about the living room; singing in toungues at the top of her lungs.
Leah: "Ok, honey, that's enough."
Aary: "BAAAAAAAALAAAAAAAA. DOOOOOOOOOOWAAAAAAAAAAAAA ..."
And then, my little brother starts chiming in with is single-syllabled grunts.
Haydn: "Dah! Boh! Chah! ..."
Of course, everything becomes clear when my dad steps in from the garage:
Fred: "Mmmm...hmmmm...la da di dooh dah..."
My family is psychotic. Worse, its genetic.
Aary: "I'm waring a pin-sess dess! Mahk! Were yor clobes? Mahk! Git Dessed!"
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