Is weirdness hereditary?

People always tell me I'm weird.

I've become used to seeing these faces after I share my ideas:

   I may be a bit peculiar, but I like to refer to it as "extra observant".

 Plus weird things are attracted to me. I like to think of myself as a reporter of the strange....kind of like Maury Povich.


For instance, the other day at lunch I was looking out the window and this seriously happened:

Me: Hey guys, I don't want to alarm you but there is a ninja riding a bicycle outside - oh geez she's coming in.

EVILBOY has been entertaining my family for over a week now (and I miss his crazy face lots).  He told my aunt that a wolf came in her house last night and stole his Nintendo DS.  The best part of it is that he was totally serious.  Actually the best part is imagining a wolf playing a Nintendo DS.   Do it. You will totally laugh!

He also told my cousin that there is a hobo that lives near our house that thinks he's a raccoon because he eats out of the trash.
 


 Wait...what?

How come I haven't met this hobo?  My son is keeping this strange goldmine from me! What a traitor!