. . . and told me that it was a VACUUM CLEANER!!
No, it's not, Mommy. Look, here's its wheel.
I think that's a spur.
In his defense, the little boy does LOVE vacuum cleaners. But I am the same mom who threatened to drag a Ziploc of red dirt to the hospital with me if I was forced to relocate outside the Lone Star state before he was born. Being a Texan is important. Is there any other state bold enough to slap the image of their borders on everything from socks to dinnerware? Behold . . .
Amazing isn't it. Tell me where you can get pasta in the shape of Wyoming or one of the other squares.