If you missed the first part of this post, you can find it here: Only in my family is this considered normal.
So, I returned the crackers to my parents the next time I visited. I kept the potato, since it may have ended up right back in my purse anyways.
Fast forward to last Friday. I got a notice from the post office that we had something to be picked up. It wasn't delivered because it lacked enough postage, $1.47 too short to be exact. First thing Monday morning I went to the post office to pick up the mystery package. I didn't recognize the writing and wondered who the hell it was from and what it could be while walking back to the car. I felt the envelope, attempting to guess what it was before opening it, and the only thing I could think of was seeds. Very odd. As I was opening it, something small & white fell out on my lap, which freaked me out a little, but didn't stop me from continuing. Once I ripped it all the way open, guess what I found? Crackers. The freakin crackers I made fun of my dad for taking.
So, only in my family is it totally normal to not only get crackers in the mail, but to have to pay for the extra postage.