Ah, families.
While each fam is weird in its own right, nothing quite beats hearing about the whacky habits other families subscribe to behind closed doors.
For instance, my mother insisted on nicknaming me and my siblings ‘possum poo’. She has called us that since we were the height of her bellybutton, and has continued to do so even now we’re well into adulthood. I don’t know why, but if you call me ‘possum poo’, I’ll probably respond like it’s my given name.
Anyway. I’m going to stop waffling and let some Redditors step in before I incriminate the entire Andrews family and am banished from Christmas lunch forevermore.