We refer to my mother-in-law as The Clothes Fairy. She likes to shop, has an uncanny ability to find insane deals, and has impeccable taste.
Every time my in-laws visit, The Clothes Fairy appears with bags in tow for the kids. I am grateful. I like shopping for myself. The kids, not so much.
My in-laws visited this weekend.
Tonight, the youngest appeared with scissors, asking for help to clip a tag from a new pair of shorts.
My spouse: "Oh, look, The Clothes Fairy must have visited."
The youngest: "Yes, she's the one that brought all of the clothes!"
My spouse and I, in unison: "Who." (Can you tell we are both editors?)
The youngest, with exasperated sigh: "Your MOM, that's who!"