On Saturday I was in a decorate-y mood - feeling rejuvenated by the crisp air and beautiful fall colors. I decided I was up for an outing, so I asked Sophs if she wanted to go to Lowe's to buy a mum for our front porch. She seemed excited. ...Oddly excited.
"That's a great idea, Mama!"
When we arrived at Lowe's, she ran around the corner and pointed, "THERE! Let's get that one!"
I looked over and, amongst the Halloween decorations, stood a six and a half foot Mummy - one that blinked his glowing yellow eyes and made scary wa-ha-haaaaa! noises, for when kids come to the door to Trick or Treat.
"Oh, honey. That's not really what I had in mind. I was talking about getting a mum. You know, a..."
Before I could finish my sentence, she blurted out, "OHHHHH. You mean like a little, teeny mummy. Good idea!"
Poor sweet thing. Imagine her disappointment when I pointed over in Lawn and Garden to this: