Mom: Do you know who the Anglo-Saxons were?
Katie: Native Americans!
Mom: *talking about how my paternal grandmother was raised Mormon before she left the church* So your relatives were Mormon.
Katie: What?! Are we inbreeded?
And you just know she's going to be president one day. That's subliminable.
I also apparently do a hilarious impression of an inbred yokel. All I do is go cross-eyed, and it leaves Katie in stitches. "Say, are you and your twin sister coming to the barn dance this weekend? My uncle dad is playing the gutbucket!"