"They'll Know Normal When They See It"

The title of this post is a transmogrification of one of our favorite quotes from Calvin and Hobbes. We usually use it to refer to our poor children, forced to grow up in the strange environment we inflict upon them (Plain oatmeal and the wild hedonism of weekends, anyone?). However, this time I'm thinking of our neighbors. Who, come to think of it, probably know normal already. Which means they have a different word for us.

You know, standard play-in-the-yard wear.

Any guesses what these outfits are for?

That's right. Whiffleball.

What could be more natural?