When the Schmautz Haus clan gets together, interesting things happen.
Yes, these people are my kids, except for the cute blond in the center (she’s my oldest’s girlfriend). But, she might as well be one of my kids because she’s as goofy as the rest of them. They must get their goofiness from their father.
Because, I am just not as goofy as the rest of them. It’s hard being me…living with all this goofiness. All this falderall. Where might they have got these glasses, nose whistles, hypnotizing disks and fish finger puppets?
What?
Somebody just said that they came from their Easter Baskets…that their mom put together.
I will never admit it.
