It Took Me Awhile to Figure Out What She Meant

This morning I was lounging about on the daybed in my office, snuggling a sick Banana, when in bounded Sarah, announcing in a strong voice, “I really want a Crusade sweater.” 

“A what?”

 “A Crusade Sweater!”

 “I’m not exactly sure what you mean.” 

“A Crusade Sweater! A Crusade Sweater! You know what I mean! I really want one!”

 “uhm . . . ” 

“Moooooom! You know! You make it out of yarn and that hook.” 

It was, of course, a crocheted sweater she had in mind. In my mind, all I could think of was a very heavy duty long wool sweater they might have had in the Middle Ages, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out how she fathomed having one, or how she even found out about the crusades.