"Will there be anything else, Ma'm?" the cheery checker at Michael's says as I stack another 4 strands of prelit garland on the counter.
"No, thanks," I mutter, "that should do it for now."
And then Saia (aka, the voice of Amy when Amy's not around) chimes in with "MAMA!"
"What, baby?" I say a little startled by her tone.
"What are you doing? You already have a lot of garland at home."
"Oh, I know, honey, but really, you can never have too much prelit garland," I chuckle as the cashier prints out my 4-foot-long receipt.
"But where are you going to put it, Mom?" she prods.
"Oh...I'm not sure yet, baby," I stammer.
"Well, then, you don't need it."