Me: Weird question, do you still have the Ideal dollhouse furniture* grandma** gave us when we were little?
Mom: Yeah, why?
Me (dodgily^) For my . . . .terrarium. ((This is in fact true. Omitted: for the fairies))
Mom (suspiously): Why would you put dollhouse furniture in a terrarium?
Me: I thought it would look cool? ((And it would be even cooler if the fae here stopped stealing my shit all the time and had a place to live))
Mom: I’ll look for it.
* – God! Just looking at it makes me nostalgic, all the tiny tiny pieces before swallowing things became an issue moms actually actively ave a shit about. Not to mention it’s totes Mad Men before Mad Men! And: it also explains a lot about why I am the way I am.
** – Grandma worked for Ideal even post Rosie the Riveter
^ – I’m out of the broom closet with mom, and she knows a vague bit of stuff I do (esp if it can relate to the tv show Charmed), but she still gets all You’re Doing Something You’re Not Supposed to Do