Setting: My mom’s house in Georgia, Christmas Eve as we’re leaving to head back home, standing on Mama’s back porch amid a bazillion flowers in terra cotta, plastic, and ceramic containers while we’re hauling suitcases to the car.
My mom to my daughters: Girls, did you see my pot plants? They sure are pretty.
Me: Huh??????
My mom: Girls, would you like to take home some of Grandma’s pot plants?
Shannon: Oh. Grandma. You mean, your potted plants?
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