Today we did a belated Christmas with my grandma. Sam looked at her manager scene, and told my mom, "That baby looks dead!" What do you say to that, really? Well, here's what my family said:
My mom: "You can tell he doesn't go to Sunday school." (Without judgment, in her defense.)
My grandma: Big sigh.
Me, my dad, and HHB: Hysterical laughter. Yes, we're going straight to hell.