I often forget that there is not only a lot of LEGO around the house (my wife is a tolerant lady), but most of it's prominently on display in the living room (see previous parenthesis).
But I quickly remember when somebody new comes into our living room for the first time and has one of three predetermined reactions. We hand out checklists to guests, who are likely to issue the following remarks:
"Are these your kids?"
"Wow, that's a lot of LEGOs [sic]..."
"I used to play with LEGOs [sic]..."
The answers are...
"These will one day belong to our kids..."
"You have no idea what a lot of LEGO bricks looks like, but this (sadly) isn't a lot..."
"You should think about getting back into it..."
In short, a trip to our house is like going to the Cape Cod Potato Chip Factory. I occasionally drop into a Boston accent, can often be found in a hairnet, and am always certain to give the gift of a free sample.