His life as the little lady's tramp

My family is disfunctional but they come by it honestly. Its gotta be in the genes somewhere. The stories I COULD tell are mostly disturbing. We've all inherited a very sick sense of humor. When someone falls, we DeJongs will be the first to fall down laughing, and we aren't laughing with you. I've had the pleasure of living two summers with my Aunt, uncle and their three kids. All three are adorable little munchkins, but the stories they come home with are ridiculous. My cousin Tayah, who looks almost identical to my 6 year old picture, has quite a complex already. She's been told that she knows everything. She refuses to believe that a brown cow is actually a cow but rather a horse. Being that we are dutch, she believes that all girls should have long blond hair, if they are otherwise, they are ugly. Well, after a visit back to Canada her mom told me a story that proves she is a DeJong. At school all her buddies were putting rocks in their pockets (no idea why), but the teacher told them all to dump them out. When Tayah went to grab her jacket in the classroom at the end of the day, tons of rocks fell out. Instead of responding like a normal 6 year old, she simply said "who put those in there?" Last summer, my younger brother was a manny for the three kids. They spent days swimming and playing outside. As the story is told, one day my large brother was jumping with all three kids on the trampoline and landed on Tayahs leg. Not only sending her flying but breaking her leg with his land. Most people would find this sad, maybe even shed a tear. My family, laughed and to this day make fun of him for breaking a leg, not his own. If you had the chance to ask Tayah what happened to her leg she'd say "Josh did it".