How Disfunctional is Your Family?

We were eating dinner the other night, and I realized that we could certainly be considered dysfunctional. Sit back and listen in on our conversation about Anna stepping on a nail. Mark: Where was the nail? Anna: In the back shed with all the extra wood. Mark: How did you get in there? Jonah: I held on with my hands on one side and pushed the other side with my feet. I used all my strength to open the doors. Mark: I had the doors closed for a reason - so you wouldn't go in there and step on a nail. What should we do to keep you guys out of there? Anna: I know! Put a padlock on the door. Mark: Do you think we could just tell you to not go in? Jonah: I have a better idea. Maybe you could break my legs so I can't open the doors. Geez. Should I worry about his future now?