An introduction to my family is usually followed soon after by something obnoxious my kids do and an apology. My oldest, Isabel, is your average 14 year old that believes she is a princess and her family she lives with today stole her away from the royal palace when she was born. I can image she looks at me as some sort of trolling witch who's only purpose in life is to deny her access to Facebook and limit her cell phone usage.
The middle, Max, is 12 years old and is a well-rounded kid. He does good in school and loves sports ...when he isn't in trouble at school which is not, everyday. We have a minor problem with obeying the rules here at the Weilk household.
Our youngest, Jake, is not average for anything. He's not even your average odd-ball. At age 11, he believes he is destine to be the next wrestling heavy weight champion of the world. I believe he is destine to annoy his brother and sister as much as physically possible. Oh, and it's not Olympic wrestling either. It's the degenerate fake wrestling!!! I honestly would have no problem with Jake watching wrestling if he didn't go around school, friends houses, doctor's offices, and pretty much everywhere embarrassing with me and exclaim random wrestler sayings an 11 yr old should not say let alone even know. All while he thrusts at his crotch and preforms high-flying wrestling moves from the top ropes of the furniture. All this while Max and Isabel are fighting over anything and everything!
I can only imagine everyone seeing this must be thinking, “What trailer park are these people from?” My answer to that is it's called the Weilk Family Circus and we'll be here all week!
And sorry about that...