My children are officially immune to my weird antics.

We are hanging Christmas ornaments, feeling cheerful and full of together-ness.

I'm hanging deep red, glass balls and can't seem to reach that top branch. You know, the perfect one way up high? The one that is always out of your reach? So, I ask my daughter to run and get Daddy's backscratcher for me to use as an extention to my arm. BUT, before I ask, I hang the ornament from my bottom lip, risking an unintended piercing with that hook.

She looks up and only half acknowledges what I said. So, I say it again and continue to talk about the reason WHY I need the back scratcher. All the while, this glass ball is wobbling off my bottom lip.

They both converse with my for a minute (and they are LOOKING straight at me. Heeelllloooo?) and finally I realize something very important: I act in this childish, goofy way so often that they have become immune. So I tell them that. They finally notice and collapse into gales of laughter.

Today, to test my theory, I tried something different. As we were listening to Christmas music station and the kids were playing cards at the table, the song "Dominick the Donkey" began to play. This is a rather annoying tune that contains the words, "Chingedy ching" and lots of "Hee Haw, Hee Haw!" So I begin to sing unusually loud and really belt out the "Hee Haw" parts while dancing my version of a jig.

They did not even bat an eye.

Until I actually started yelling out the song. Then my older boy noticed and joined in. But, my daughter was not phased.

To make matters worse, I happened to mispronounce a particular word in our history study today. I won't go into the embarrassing details, but I will say that it involved combining a word for a female area and the word "dynasty" together. And ended with my head hanging low on the table and a teen boy collapsed in laughter under the table.

Oh, woe is me.