Drama, Babies, Pinochle, Insanity... (such random post titles this blog has!)

Drama Club auditions were May 31st, and meetings have been every Friday since. We have an awesome group this year! Well, we always have an awesome group. ;)  We're doing three plays: Patients Need Patience (by Shelby R. Swogger), Cinderella and Steve (by Louise Aden), and one whose title is yet to be determined (written by the actors themselves). They're all fairly short plays, so we've had plenty of time for games this year! 

During "Out of Your Box": President Mike is being protected from Thor by his bodyguard Caris. 

Another "Out of Your Box" situation: Abi, the babysitter, is trying to put the crying baby Sophia to bed. 

Telephone- Team #1 

Listening to instructions for the next game

Playing "Freeze"

One of my wonderfully mature co-leaders... ;) 

Sophia

Leify is quickly turning into a "big boy"... he has 5 teeth, is starting to eat solid food, and is just beginning to learn to crawl! He's very impatient with his (seemingly, to him) slow progress... he wants to get around and DO stuff!!!  He definitely has a mind of his own and clamors for independence already. With seven older siblings around the house, he seems to think that unless he states his opinion very loudly and clearly, no one will pay attention to him! 

We spent this afternoon playing an "Ultimate Pinochle Tournament." Since we now have SIX pinochle players (joy!), we had three teams rotating (two playing, one sitting out) until each team had played each other team. And each team won one game and lost one game, so we just called a tie. ;D 

Papa went to the store and stocked up on sugary snacks, so we found out exactly what happens when everyone is hyped up on sugar and playing "to the death" in a pinochle tournament...:

Sylvia: (talking about the cards!) Knut, can we trade marriages?
Knut: I wish. (pauses) ...That just sounded wrong...

Papa: (laughing uncontrollably)
Knut: Sylvia, what's the number for the nuthouse?
Papa: (still laughing) 1-800-SEND-JOSH.

Papa: Knut, what color was George Washington's white horse?
Knut: ...White...
Papa: Oh, he really IS smart!
Cecily: Actually, white isn't a color...
Knut: Yes it is; it's a color that's made up of all other colors.
(A long debate ensues.)

Knut: I purge all unnecessary information from my brain to keep it from interfering with my brilliance.
Sylvia: But your brain should have plenty of space! Remember that "the average human being only uses 10% of their brain capacity during their entire lifetime"...
Knut: That's the AVERAGE human being. I use 110% of my total brainpower.
Papa: So what would take 10% of a normal person's brain takes 110% of yours?

Sylvia: What was the question again?
Knut: What question?
Sylvia: The one I was supposed to answer.
Knut: My brain discarded it because it was useless.
Papa: What's useless: your brain or the question?


Why stop there? Here's the rest of the insanity that has been building up lately. ;) 

(Knut blows out his candles, but one is stubborn and doesn't go out.)
Sylvia: *laughing* Trick candles!
(All candles relight)
Grandma: Oh, they really ARE trick candles!
(Thor bursts out laughing)

(Guessing what Knut's smallest birthday gift is)
Cecily: It's a flea!
Knut: No, it's a JUMPING flea.
Sylvia: It's a single airsoft BB!
Papa: It's some extra air for his airsoft gun!
(Knut opens the gift)
...It really IS a single airsoft BB...
(Thor bursts out laughing- again.)


Knut: Does my shirt smell like chloroform to you?

(Talking about the merits of The Princess Bride)
Cecily: We could learn about how to avenge our father's death?
Knut: Wait, that would mean our father has to be dead first...

Mom: Knut, I told the kids they could have the little pieces. So Sylvia dropped the cookie container...

Thor: So why are people coming over?
Mom: Because they want to try to give their kids chicken pox.

Daniel: Hurry up and kill me so we can continue killing each other!
Knut: Checkmate.
Daniel: Yay!! *jumps up and heads for his sword*

Sylvia: Rosemary, where are Mommy's keys?
Rosemary: I don't know.
Sylvia: You were playing with them; what did you do with them?
Rosemary: Lost them.
Sylvia: Where?
Rosemary: Somewhere.

Knut: Bjorn, how can you not like raspberries?
Sylvia: Knut, how can you not like blueberries?
Knut: (in a "superior" tone of voice) They disagree with me.

Knut: HE is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror. YOU are Thor, son of Josh, son of Grover.
Sylvia: And you should be helping to clean up the kitchen, O Thor-Son-of-Josh-Son-of-Grover.
Knut: Yeah. Thorin kills orcs. Thor cleans up the kitchen.
Sylvia: ..................just clean up.