Our snowmen ended up looking demented (naturally) but adorable, so three residents and I took them Downstairs.
As we were placing them around the dining room tables, the new kitchen manager, whom I haven't met yet, came out of the kitchen.
He stood there, nervously, staring at us.
"Hi!" I said. "We've made decorations like the concierge asked us to."
"Oh!" he said, relieved, "you're watching over them."
The light dawned: he'd thought all four of us had escaped from Memory Care.