Will it ever?

I wonder when it will be surprising to me to open the bathroom door and see Maya trying to ride a package of 30 rolls of toilet paper down the stairs?

Or to come around the corner and see a little bum or two up in the air, feet and head on the ground, with the upside down voice shouting "Wipe Me!"

Or that I would actually react with panic rather than complacency to an ear piercing young scream?

Or be surprised to see my favorite, well worn slippers with pool of 1/2 and 1/2 slicking down the fur inside?

These, or something just like them, happen with such frequency that I forget it is unusual, funny, or odd. It's just normal around here. I wonder when or if that normalacy will wear off? I wonder how sad I will be when it does.