We were all sharing our Halloween costumes.

“Miss Piggy,” said one little girl (I thought, anyway).

“Oh!” I exclaimed, “Miss Piggy! I love Miss Piggy! That’s so fun, what a great costume!”

“No,” said the little girl firmly, shaking her head and looking at me with a level of derision usually reserved for clerks in fancy stores during a rom-com, “Not Miss Piggy. Just a piggy.”

“Ooooh . . .,” I said slowly, nodding. “Well, that will be really cute, a piggy. That’s funny, that I thought you said Miss Piggy.”

“Yeah,” she said, looking off and wrinkling her nose, “cuz I don’t even know who that is.”