There were three large Christmas decoration boxes, and one of them had Mom's Santa hat I needed for school. I had to get up early to be at school for a school play and needed the hat.

When I finally found it in the third box, I said, "Finally! Why do I always find it in the last one I check?"

"Well, yea. You don't keep checking after you've found it."

I glared at her as she laughed. "It is seven in the morning, Mother. I do not have the energy to react to your stupid jokes."

Later when I tried to put on he hat, I found it didn't fit properly.

"Your head is too small."

"Unlike you, there's no room for air, just brains," she said, eyeing me with a smirk.