The Devil and Her Pitchfork

So JT returns from his weekly 5 hour visit to Lisa's (which I privately call her glorified babysitting duties because, well, that's exactly what it is) and he announces to me that, "Mommy has a pitchfork."

And she confirms it, "Yes, there is a red devel pitchfork at my house."

Okay, so I guess I am supposed to assume that it's from some sort of Halloween costume. Or whatever.

But frankly, now that I know she's actually the devil, this explains nearly everything.