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Gatorland

The children just love the petting zoo there.

Say Cheese!

And the photographer thought that it would be hard to get the baby to smile.

(submitted by Andrea)

Vacation

Something tells us an itinerary is involved here.

(submitted by Alissa)

Pin the Tail

“I took this photo of my mom and dad this past year. We didn’t notice the donkey’s doing the dirty in the background until it was already printed out.”

(submitted by Julie and originally posted at http://www.flickr.com/photos/sungazing/2956487525/)

Supersized 2

See if you can find the twenty-three families in this photo.

(submitted by Vik)

Lifevested

Unfortunately, they do nothing for you when you’re still on the ship.

(submitted by Caitlin)

Awkward Family Story: Double Take

One night, my sister had her new friend Mark over for dinner. Making small talk, my Dad asked him what his father did for a living. We all squirmed a bit when he told us that his dad died last year. The subject was soon changed and we all went about finishing our meal when suddenly my dad says: “I am sorry, Mark, what did you say your dad does for a living again?”

Awkward.

(submitted by Colleen)

Awkward Family Story: The Jockey

Before taking my boyfriend on a vacation to meet my family for the first time, I gave him what I thought was ample preparation for how “upfront” they all can be. I was driving around with my older brother and boyfriend, trying to come up with fun activities for the long weekend. I suggested we go horse back riding, but my boyfriend (who is on the extremely short side) said he hated horses. My brother, who only met him mere moments earlier, chimed in, “Why do you hate horses? You’re jockey sized.” Awkward, but not as awkward as when we arrived at my parent’s door, only to have my father shake his hand and ask if those were girls pants he was wearing. They were. Double Awkward.

(submitted by Larissa)

Happy Days

Sit on it, dad.

(submitted by Sarah)

Awkward Family Story: The Plunge

We were staying at my in-laws’ house over Easter. They live in a small town. During the afternoon when 17 family members were there to visit, I needed to use the bathroom after a pretty large meal. I stopped up the commode with the copious amounts of toilet paper required after the deed. My in-laws, unfortunately, did not own a plunger, and all the shops in town were closed for the Easter holiday. So, my father-in-law used his arm to unstop the commode.

Awkward.

(submitted by Andrea)