What does the fox say?

We got our Christmas tree this past weekend.  This is the first year we are trying having a real tree.  And since our ceilings are much higher and our living room much bigger than our last house, we had to get more lights and ornaments for the new bigger better fresher tree.  This meant a trip to Menards.
Now.  Menards trips with the boys are either fun or horrendous.  Usually they are horrendous.  Most times there are multiple trips to the bathroom, at least one rolling on the floor fit, and a few, "well, I'm leaving.  You can come with me or you can live at Menards now" conversations.

Saturday's trip was a fun one.  Both boys were in great moods and we only had one diaper change.  We milled about the entire store, but luckily found this hat within the first couple minutes of being there:

The best part about this hat is obviously how adorable my two children look while wearing it.  But.  The incredibly close second best part about this hat is how a 1&1/2 year old says the word "fox."  Turns out he hasn't quite mastered the "x" sound yet.  So all throughout Menards, Sam was loudly telling us that this hat was indeed a "fuck."

Don't mind us Juliuseseseseses...we'll just be over here classin' up the flooring section of Menards.