Why our family is most definitely weirder than yours

Okay, it's late and I should be getting to bed, but I had to recount to you all an event that happened today during supper. I'm not usually big on potato soup but for some reason it was really good tonight. Nice and creamy. But in the midst of all our contented slurping, Mom and Susanna decided to demonstrate to the rest of us the "new thing" in Vegas. What? You haven't heard? Where have you been? It's sumo wrestling, of course.

So anyway, Susie and Mom proceed to get up from the table, assume the sumo wrestling stance, and demonstrate a sample sumo wrestling match, complete with many... noises, a few of which I came to the conclusion might possibly be a pathetic attempt at Japanese. The match went fairly quickly. In a few blinks of an eye Mom was holding Susie off the ground, but then all action stopped as Susanna yelled, "No, I'M supposed to win!" and Mom replied, "Oh, okay." After the brief pause action resumed and Susanna soon valiantly pushed Mom onto the couch and sat on her. They then proceeded to do some sort of ritual, with lots of head-nodding and hand-clasping and more of those noises that might have been Japanese gone very bad.

After they had reached their quota of gestures and pseudo-Japanese, they came back to the table to their potato soup (Dad had likely eaten half of Susanna's while she was gone). For the rest of the dinner we talked about more normal stuff like tactics to make a bird sing, dancing for James Garner, the meaning of life, whether peas should be allowed in potato soup, and other all-consuming thoughts of utmost importance.

Hmm... now that I wrote all this out, I'm realizing my mistake.... Actually, guys, this is a rather normal day. You should see one of our weird ones.

On second thought, maybe you shouldn't.