Odd

The boys were trying on my boots and dancing around them like silly little goofballs.  Scott was rolling his eyes as I was laughing hysterically. 

"What's the problem?" I asked him.

"It's just odd," he said.

"We're all odd!" Benjamin informed us.  "Everybody except Mommy."

"Yeah, Mommy won't be odd till next year," John Stephen added.  "She's only 38 right now."