What Shall We Do With Those Leftover Candy Canes?

Growing up in the Birt home meant you had to have some sort of weirdness within or you would not survive long. My parents believed in "laugh often" and "get used to being picked on."

Time and marriage has not changed the weirdness within me. As a matter of fact, it rubbed itself off onto my husband the first few months we were married and now it has been graciously passed down to the younger generation of my family. OH, how proud I am!

Last night we had supper with mom and dad. We drove home from their house laughing the whole way of what a crazy night it was.

This is dolly. My mother refuses to admit that she has Dolly spoiled. Doesn't her tail make her look like a giant rat?

The laughter began as we sat down to supper. Harrison was having a problem with the sun in his eyes coming in from their French doors, so my dad suggested he move his chair next to Hannah, whose back was facing the sun. Hannah, being the sweet sister that she is, got up to help her little brother move his chair next to her. My mother, being the sweet Grandma that she is, pulled Hannah's chair closer to her own. However, Hannah didn't know that. So when she went to sit back down in her own chair, well.......she hit the floor? We could hear a soft and faint "Maw Maw?" coming from below the table. This was Grandma's reaction to her grandchild hitting the floor. Nice huh?


After supper, the kids sat at the table listening to daddy talk about something. I wasn't sure what he was telling them until later. He was actually teaching them how to "roll dice." Yes, I know....terrible, isn't it? A Bob Jones graduate teaching his grandchildren to "roll dice." Of course, there was no money involved. They just took turns rolling the dice. However, it didn't take long before we were all involved in Grandpa's Casino Royale. Still no money....

....but we did find a use for those leftover candy canes.
Justin and Mom

Harrison

Justin

Me

Mom was on a hot streak winning our candy canes. It wasn't long before Lady Luck took her down the road of destruction.

She was left with NOTHING...We call this picture SHAME.

It was a close call. Hannah was the first to go broke. Then Paw Paw, Justin, and Maw Maw. The winnings hung in the balance between Harrison and me. Who would roll the final win? Laying all of our candy canes against each other, it was my turn to roll the dice. Come on seven! Come on eleven! SIX! OK, I'll take a six. I continued to roll hoping a six would roll off the small, pearly white set. Hmmm, an eight. A nine. Another nine. And then it happened. The seven I so desperately wanted at the beginning of the roll, reared it's ugly head at me. I had lost. Lost it all! No more candy canes to lose. They all now belonged to the winner of this candy cane game. HARRISON!