This is for you, Mom.

First, the dragon eats the policeman in the second verse of The Green-eyed Dragon.  Didn’t want that comment in yesterday’s post to be confusing.

Second, I meant that my family is weird in the best possible way.  We all consider ourselves weird in some way, right?  My parents, brother and I all happen to have spent many years being weird together.  Over time, we picked up a few of the same likes and dislikes, pet peeves, favorites, and memories.  I like that about us.

Dad, Douglas and I used to do Three Stooges impersonations every Saturday morning.  Mom could roll her eyes and make fun of us as much as she wanted.  I knew she really thought it was funny.

Oooh, and there was the time that Mom bought a pair of tennis shoes and one was made in China and the other was made in Korea.  She and Dad were so tired that they sat on the couch and laughed hysterically about it for at least an hour.  I didn’t know whether to laugh or just stay far away from the insanity.

Maybe that stuff isn’t weird at all.  It’s just the stuff we did together.

And I never had nightmares because of Der Struwwelpeter.