The backstory: We spent part of our Thanksgiving break cleaning out two rooms that seem to become the repository of crap in my house: the guest bedroom and the downstairs study. JT helped in the study because most of the things abandoned in there belonged to him. One of those things, a plastic red devil’s pitchfork, attracted his interest.
JT: We got this for a Halloween costume I never wore.
Me: No. We got that for you when we were at a Halloween store because you wanted to march around with a pitchfork and protest.
Related: he was sometimes a tad weird.