So there we were, all chilling out after putting the Christmas tree up. I was snuggling on the couch with my honey, watching the lights of the tree behind me reflected on the TV screen. I was in sort of a mesmerized Christmas spell. Behind me, I could hear my child dancing around the tree and talking about the lights.
Then, all of a sudden, it got quiet and the tree began to lean.
Without turning around, I said, "Don't pull on the tree."
My sweetie said, "You have eyes in the back of your head."
Magical Mommy powers.
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My 'children' enjoy climbing in the tree. I have all sorts of weights all around the tree to hold it down - so far, it is still up right.
ReplyDeleteI had to put my norman Rockwell village in my sunroom to keep it safe from catzillas romping across it and eating the people and throwing the trees around.
Oh, we mamas know eeeeeeverryyyythiiiing!
ReplyDeleteAt least until they hit the teenage years. Then we will know NOTHING. (Or so they'll think.)
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