my kids are weird...

...really, really weird. 

What?  You want examples?  Fine.

A couple of days ago, we finished the last of the pickles we had.  Sarah and Natalie immediately wanted two straws.  Yes, they wanted to drink the pickle juice.  This isn't the first time they've drained the pickle jar after all the pickles were gone.  It is the first time they used straws.  It was like an old-fashioned soda shoppe, only they were sharing pickle juice instead of ice cream soda.  I'd rather have the soda, personally.

Natalie prefers things cold.  She will drain a cup of cold coffee in approximately 2.2 seconds.  She loves the baked oatmeal recipe I make, and she usually eats about half the batch.  She likes it cold though (can I just say right now that cold oatmeal just freaks me out a bit?  Even more than pickle juice!).

Natalie also named one of her wounds the other day.  I wish I'd thought to take a picture so I could properly introduce you to "Mark the Scratch."  That one actually makes sense.  A scratch is a mark on the body.  Perfectly logical. 

I still think gulping pickle juice and eating cold oatmeal is weird though.

Nelson says I can't blame his genes.

My grandfather liked cold eggs.