My Insane Asylum Runneth Over

Jorja and friend on the back porch bouncing a big ball back and forth and telling knock-knock jokes:
"Knock, knock." "Who's there?" "Orange." "Orange who?" "Orange you glad your my chicken?"

And they continued repeating this same really bad joke, substituting different things in "Orange you glad your my ______________?" (pigs, mama, papa, door . . .) None of which made any sense.

Most of the play of the day looked just as ridiculous.

While attempting to read our Bible Lesson for the day things didn't get better.
Josiah was hiding behind my chair because he had Alex's Hot Wheels and didn't want Alex to see - Alex saw, mid-sentence, and committed himself to the retrieval of his coveted possessions.
The Mama put a stop to it. After all, we are in the middle of our Bible Lesson and no one is injured (yet).
Not many sentences later, the victorious youngster leaped from behind my chair with a lovely blue sock hat on and singing his version of "Jingle Bells" while smiling like the guilty, but very cute, party he is was still is.
Order somewhat restored and reading once more commenced, the phone began to ring.
Sometime I ignore it but when it's VIPs (Grandmother or The Daddy for example) I just go ahead and answer it.

While explaining to The Daddy how insane HIS children are this morning, Elijah, in the next chair, declares, "I'm famous."
I continued my conversation with a new example.
A few moments later, "I don't know if anybody else is hot, but I'm famous."
(totally straight faced - and he IS big enough - smart enough - to know what he's saying).
I couldn't even talk. I thought I may cry.

The hysterics past.

Papa, who had run some errands (and may be the lead inmate) came back and needed my assistance.
That was just part of this morning.
We'll finish (or totally restart) our Bible Lesson later.