Growing up, I think you just get used to all the weird stuff your family has in their house. It's only when you come back for a visit years later that you notice that maybe some things aren't...quite...normal.
Is it just me, or do everyone's parents have a vintage sewing machine in their front hall?
I think it wasn't until I had my very own silverware after getting married that I realized that it's not normal for every single spoon to be bent back to a certain degree. I think that's why I hated emptying the dishwasher so much - the spoons never spooned properly.
Wooden ducks on the fireplace? Normal? Anyone? This thing has been there for as long as I can remember.
Here's a two-in-one: a large pile of almost-rotting fruit and vegetable waste waiting to go out to the compost pile (complete with buzzing fruit flies); and a picture of an old, dead ancestor. Those things are everywhere in this house.
Liquid soap OR soap dish, mom. I don't think you can have it both ways.
Some of you may remember the diarrhea box. What I failed to notice at the time was that pasted to the door of the medicine cabinet is a newspaper article describing a home remedy for - you guessed it - diarrhea. What is going on here??
Does anyone else go home rarely enough that the kind of idiosyncrasies we grew up with suddenly become apparent?