Guns
Linus has declared that that the following states look like guns: Idaho, Oklahoma, New York (?), and Florida.
We still don't know where the gun fascination comes from, entirely, but in our efforts to minimize their influence on him, we have removed those states from his maps. We have also removed all hair dryers, sticks, shoes, pretzels, cell phones, actual guns, caulk guns, drills, and pastry mixers from the house for this same purpose.
That ought to do it.
Beards
But guns aren't even his greatest fixation these days. For some reason, his has been obsessed for months with beards. Anything he comes in contact with, be it a piece of cheese, or a book, or a Stormtrooper, anything at all, becomes a beard.
He'll put it up to his chin and say "Look, I've got a beard!". And it's just the dumbest thing you've ever seen. I mean, it's cute in a way, or at least it was cute. But now it's just strange and weird. He never bothers to point out when real people have beards-he seems not to care at all about that. He's only interested in the mythical beards of his own creation.
And nobody's laughing about it. You want to say "Dude. Get over the beards, OK? You need new material." But instead you just sit there and watch this odd little person with no inhibitions or filters go through these phases, and you wonder how it came to this. Were we ever this strange?
Seriously, I'm posing this question to my mother right now: His behavior is a genetic mutation, or at least is directly traceable to Jane's side of the family, right?

Linus would freak if he ever saw ZZ Top
9:42:58 AM
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