The center of the store is a flailing mass of humanity and you’re belly-button level with most of them. Undeterred, you jostle your way to a massive plastic Santa Clause and clamber onto his shoulders. From your perch, you can see most of the store. You quickly winnow the barrage of consumerism down to four possibilities.
The pet section. Your mom loves animals!
The home section. She spends a lot of time at home, she must like the place.
The bath section. Your mom locks herself in there for hours at a time. It’s perfect!
The crafting section. Maybe you could find something nice to go with those sharpies she’s always trying to hide from you?