So, this lady came in the shop yesterday, and said that her son needed to dress up as Thomas Edison for a "Living Museum" presentation at school. You know, with the knee breeches and the white wig.
I spent a few futile moments trying to convince her that Thomas Edison lived in Victorian times, and figured out how to harness electricity and probably wore knee breeches when he was a small child, but not after he was a grown man.
Then it dawned on me that she had her Thomases mixed up. She was right about the knee breeches and the wig, but wrong about the last name. Her son was assigned Thomas Jefferson.
She said, "Oh well. Guess who slept through history class!"
Got it in one.