The other day I walked into the room wearing a one of my pinup getups with new shaded in dragon sleeve on display and my six year old looked me up and down and said, “You actually look good when you make an effort.”

Why thank you, first born daughter.

Then she squinted her eyes at my tattoo and sighed, “I wish I had normal parents.”

WHA WHA WHAAAT???

Oh Boo. You break my wittle heart.

NORMAL parents? Honey, I have news for you. Everyone has wackadoodle parents. We just wear our crazy on the outside. At least Matt and I are honest about our eccentric lifestyle. Nothin’s goin on here that the other doesn’t know about. Or approve of. We be happy. Very happy. The kids are loved. The bills are paid. The house is filled with laughter and love. And sometimes glow stick raves for the six and under crowd. Except no one is dancing harder than the middle aged parents.

Boo’s first grade teacher tried to explain how her father stocked their swimming pool with fish over the winter and by the next summer they had a pool filled with rotting fish. And squirrels. Suddenly we’re not so crazy, are we Miss Boo?

Our marriage not conventional. Our look is not conventional. Our parenting style is not conventional. After all the crap years we’ve experienced, it’s about damn time we had some fun. You don’t have to approve or even understand. It may not be your choice in life but it doesn’t have to be. It’s ours.

No, we are not normal.

We’re happy.