It's true: sometimes I can be a jerk, even with those I love most.
Today we were killing a little time at the Air and Space Museum gift shop before seeing the movie Arrival on their ginormous screen. 'Tis definitely the season, and a lot of our conversation around the merchandise was centered on whether or not it might make a good gift or stocking stuffer. As I descended the escalator to the lower level of the three-story establishment (impressive in itself for a museum gift shop!) Heidi called my attention to a rack at the top. "Did you see that?" We should get it for Treat!"
I shook my head. "What was it?"
"Hello Kitty in a space hat!" she told me.
I frowned, the escalator continuing its slow descent. "Hello Kitty, what?" I asked.
Full disclosure: Our 21-year-old nephew used to be quite enamored of Hello Kitty back when we counted his age in single digits.
I get the idea of jokey throw back gifts, but even though I was in the National Air and Space Museum, I could not for the life of me fathom what a "space hat" was, even when she repeated it. "What?" I asked again.
"You know, Hello Kitty in a glass bubble on her head? What's it called?" Heidi answered.
"A helmet?" I said.
"Yes!" she replied giving me a dirty look, because I was laughing. "Did you know what I was talking about?"
"No!" I told her, honestly, but then spotting another display of dolls I picked one up. "Oh, Hello, Kitty!" I cooed. "I love your space hat!"
Today we were killing a little time at the Air and Space Museum gift shop before seeing the movie Arrival on their ginormous screen. 'Tis definitely the season, and a lot of our conversation around the merchandise was centered on whether or not it might make a good gift or stocking stuffer. As I descended the escalator to the lower level of the three-story establishment (impressive in itself for a museum gift shop!) Heidi called my attention to a rack at the top. "Did you see that?" We should get it for Treat!"
I shook my head. "What was it?"
"Hello Kitty in a space hat!" she told me.
I frowned, the escalator continuing its slow descent. "Hello Kitty, what?" I asked.
Full disclosure: Our 21-year-old nephew used to be quite enamored of Hello Kitty back when we counted his age in single digits.
I get the idea of jokey throw back gifts, but even though I was in the National Air and Space Museum, I could not for the life of me fathom what a "space hat" was, even when she repeated it. "What?" I asked again.
"You know, Hello Kitty in a glass bubble on her head? What's it called?" Heidi answered.
"A helmet?" I said.
"Yes!" she replied giving me a dirty look, because I was laughing. "Did you know what I was talking about?"
"No!" I told her, honestly, but then spotting another display of dolls I picked one up. "Oh, Hello, Kitty!" I cooed. "I love your space hat!"
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