Dozes of craziness

You need to have a hint of insanity in your life if you plan on surviving. If you don't know anybody who can help you provide this, you need to get introduced to my mom. It's almost midnight, and 3aboody (pet-name for our Nissan X-trail) is carrying us back home. He's at the mercy of one of my mother's kookiest moods yet, the contagiousness of which can compete with a malaria parasite. She's perched in the driver's seat, singing made-up non-sense rhymes on the spot, and a clutter of compressed arms and legs and aching tummies echoes them from the back. When we reach the deserted road behind our building, we know its time to hold on to anything and shriek as 3aboody is sharply steered zig-zag towards a parking spot. We bustle out of the car, and wait, panting. She calmly switches off the head-lights, turns the key and comes out, closing the door behind her. She smiles at us. We look at her for fresh inspiration, still out-of-breath. She takes hold of one of our hands, and we make a train. We're already laughing uncontrollably again. 3aboody sits there cowering as we circulate our train around him, gathering speed. When I glance at the sky, a full moon looks down at us wearing a sneer. 'What are you looking at?' I want to say. Who decided it's not perfectly normal for a bunch of people to run around their car in the middle of the night because they feel like it? It makes perfect sense to me!

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'Mama,' comes an adult squeak from the sofa. Oh boy, there she goes again. I get up to 'pet' my sister-  who is pretending to be a baby, one of her favourite activities. She kicks her arms and legs in perfect imitation. I have to awkwardly hold her down and shush her to sleep. Meanwhile, Dad working on his laptop without as much as a glance at us, mom sorting through the laundry....everyone is so used to this that life goes on as normal.

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Craziness is universal and doesn't only run in my family. We're at university and have an hour to burn before our lecture begins. For some reason, we decide the best place to be is at the basement parking. Where the professors and tutors park their cars. 'One, two, three!' We set off, racing in the parking lot, our abayas flying out behind us like Batman costumes. At some point, we stop running because we need to double-up. We're all laughing so much that we can't hear any laughter.

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