In honor of the season and her sturdy teeth, I bought the Queen Mother some candy for Christmas.
I also got her a book with large print, in honor of her literacy and poor eyesight.
Then, in May when we had encountered armadillos in Memphis on the way to the BNL concert, she told us of a basket she'd seen made of an armadillo's shell and had not purchased. So she got this.
Then, a week ago, she said this sentence:
"I'm trying to get rid of things like candy dishes. I have enough crap in my house, and I don't eat candy anymore."
"Oh ... how do you feel about reading?"
Because I figured the candy and the armadillo wouldn't go over, she also got this:
Only because I dimly remembered she likes ONE Screaming Jay song (I Put a Spell On You) which he helpfully puts on every single one of his albums.
And when I realized she really had no use for that, I broke down and got her this profoundly functional and boring item:
(And she was very gracious and thanked me for every gift. I have raised her well.)