Meatballs and Rules for Marriage

Ellie thinks her baby brother's head looks like a meatball.  I ask why. Well, because it's kind of round and kind of lumpy.  Yeah, you should really see our homemade meatballs.  Comparing someone's head to them is not exactly a compliment. I don't like making them, so I delegate. Picture little lumps of meat, having been 'rolled' by little hands, sitting in sort-of rows on cookie sheets.  Not exactly my mother-in-laws meatballs.  Poor little Michael. But for the record, he has a beautiful head.  People who don't even know him can't help rubbing it. We go to the park, and little children can't resist it.
And by the way, if you like meatballs, make some and freeze them for all kinds of things like sub sandwiches, sweet and sour, teriyaki, or meatball stew.  I mix together 3 pounds lean ground meat, 3 eggs, 4 T water, 1 1/4 cup quick oats, 1/2 cup minced sweet onion, 1 T worcestershire sauce, 1 heaping teaspoon minced garlic, and salt and pepper to taste.  After they have been 'rolled into balls' by clean little hands, I bake them on cookie sheets at 350 for about 25 minutes per batch.  And I make mine smaller in size.  Because it makes it look like more food at the dinner table.

Ellie says she wants to marry one of her brothers.  To this, Sarah lets her know that God doesn't let you marry your brother.  Ellie asks why.  Sarah explains that it's because if you do, you will have children with 'things like three arms.  Or four noses!. Or probably like 18 necks.  Something like that.  That's why God doesn't let us do it. Just trust me, Ellie. Do not marry your brother.' I guess that settles that.