Fox Pox

My mom called me at work to tell me that she had her nails painted the wrong color and she needs to have it fixed before tomorrow because she's going to a wedding.

Me: "Oh, that's too bad. I'm sorry about that."
Mom: "Yup, well, it's my own fault. I definitely commited a fox pox."
Me: [laughing for at least 5 minutes] "You mean a faux pas?!?!"
Mom: "Oh, yeah. That."

I have the best Mom in the whole world.