It runs in the family...

There is this sign that hangs on the wall in my grandmother's house, right behind the kitchen table. It's been there as long as I can remember. It's one of those things, that just always has been, and is a part of a lot of my childhood memories. Not directly...but when I think about grandma's house, and her kitchen, I always remember that sign. It reads: "Insanity is hereditary. You can get it from your children." Under those words is a little drawing of a person, who probably looks a lot like me right now. ;) His glasses are crooked and his tongue is hanging out, and his eyes are pointing at weird directions in his head.

Anyone who has children has probably experienced one of those "eyes at weird angles, tongue hanging out" kind of moments. I guess I just always blamed my kids for that. But then...my sister so lovingly tagged this photo of me , and my not-so-little-anymore brother, on facebook the other day. I realized that maybe, just maybe, I was crazy before I had the kids. But even if I didn't get the insanity from my children, I'm pretty sure Merrick, who is in this next picture, got his taste in sunglasses from me. ;)