Random Family Antics

Pop: Who are your Aunt's sisters? Mom: What? Who are my aunt’s sisters?? WHO are MY AUNT’S sisters?? Wait a minute.. umm.. that’s.. ok, I haven’t even had my coffee.. Well, that’s Nanni.. Nanni would be my aunt’s sister. Why are you asking me that? Pop: Where is she from?  Mom: Where is she from? You mean.. like Manhattan originally? New York? 67th street?  Pop: Are they all from the same place? Mom: You mean her sisters? Nanni and her sisters are from the same place.. of course.. they’re sisters, right?  Snap: (graciously picks her head up out of her cereal bowl) Mom.. she means ancestors.. who are your ancestors and where are they from.

Pop: Do you snore? Mom: I don’t know. Pop: Does Santa Claus snore? Mom: I don’t know. Pop: I think the bigger the stomach the louder you snore.

Mom:  So, if anything happens to you, do you know where you would like to be buried? Dad: I don’t know… what do you want to do? Mom: Sigh…. Well, I’ll make it easy on you.. you can cremate me. Dad: Really? Where do you want your ashes to be spread? Mom: That’s easy, the Ore Bed.. and then split the rest up and give it to the kids. They can bring me wherever they go :) Dad: Then I guess I’ll be cremated too.  Can they put us together?  Wait a minute, maybe no... cause what if I want to go somewhere else. Are you going to be mad? Mom:  Go ahead, knock yourself out. Where are you going? Dad: Saskatchewan. Mom: Sounds exciting. Dad: Alright alright… maybe we could mix the two Urns and both go to both places. Mom: I’ll let you know. Dad: Well.. only if I go first. Because if you go first, and the next one will want to be with me also.. would you be OK with all of us being in one Urn? Mom: You, me and the new girl? A Ménage à trois ? Th...

Crackle: I keep sneezing today. Mom: I hope you’re not getting sick! Crackle: Maybe I’m allergic to something. Pop: Maybe Holland? Mom: I think you mean pollen and that comes in the Spring. It’s not Spring yet. Pop: Then I definitely mean Holland. Mom: I see...Gerard.. do you think you’re allergic to Holland?

Crackle: I want something but it’s not going to happen. Mom: You can hope. Crackle: No, I can’t. Mom: Sure you can! Crackle: It's too painful for me to hope. Mom: It’s painful for you to hope? Crackle: Yup, you bet it is. Mom: Why is it painful for you to hope? Crackle: Because when I hope, I cross my fingers and squeeze hard. That is very painful. I don’t like to do it unless I absolutely need to.