So Mommy and Daddy are seriously weird. Unfortunately, we're the ones who suffer from their weirdness the most. For example:
Tiny Johnson is HUGE. But that's only a tiny weird to start. Johnny is followed around a lot by the twins, Scouty & CC. (You'll meet them soon.) So John got called a "planet" and the twins his "sattelites". Pretty normal, huh? Since John is so big, he's also nicknamed "Jupiter", the largest planet in our solar system.
Along comes Maui, who is no small dude, either. Maui and John rassle some, and Mommy's a geek as well as weird so she calls the big boys' rasslin' the "Clash if the Titans". Now Maui needs a planet or god nickname since he's a "Titan". Neptune is out--no water associations, please! Saturn, not a contender. Which leaves only ONE big planet left, you guessed it...URANUS! Say it out loud and see if you can resist a little giggle.
Daddy, looking for Maui: " Have you seen Uranus?"
Daddy, loudly calling: "Where's Uranus?"
Mommy: hahahastop I'm dying here hahahahaha!
This, and other horrible things, happens more than we care to think about. Maui, thank Cod, is too spastic to notice the slur on his furry self but the rest of us just cringe. Friends, how do you cope with parental weirdness?