A Different Kind of Tree
Today the Christmas Tree went up. We don’t buy real trees, since it’s a pain in the butt to get them and transport them to the house and then a royal pain to clean up as they dry out. So we do it the other way: stick the fake pole in the tree stand and start sticking in the individual branches into their color coordinated holes. This time things started as usual. First Christie stuck the very top branches into the pole, and then started at the bottom, putting in the biggest branches and working her way up. Then something unexpected happened.
After getting in the very bottom branches, Christie had to leave the room to take care of something, leaving Parker alone with the unfinished tree and all of those branches on the floor waiting to be inserted. So what do you expect would happen? Parker “finished” the tree. Well, of course, she’ll put in all of those branches the best way she could — for a 3 1/2 year old. When she was done, she came into the other room and informed us that “the tree was done.” When we arrived in the living room, here’s what we found:
Of course, that “hole” represents the space between her reach and the few branches Christie had put in at the start to the top of the tree. She actually did use up all the branches, too — just stuffed into the tree into spots she could reach.
In a way, it looks a bit like a Dr. Seuss Christmas Tree.