Growing Pains

Nothing in my family is ever really a calm, relaxing, sipping-tea type of moment. And of course, why should it be otherwise for Christmas? For one thing, my mom had the ingenious (no offense Mom) idea of getting the boys, meaning Carl, Doug, and my sister's boyfriend Cody, all potato guns. So they opened them up at the same time and each package included two potatos...

Let me just be the first to tell you that by the end of the potato gun wars, there was a hole in the the dining room wall, Carl and Doug resorted to choking each other out, someone stole a yam to use, the women were hiding as much as possible, and my Mom's living room floor was literally COVERED in little potato chunks. Here's your proof: