When we were finally able to decorate our tree, Allison wasn't
anywhere near as enamored with it as I thought she would be. In fact,
I had to coax her over to inspect it at all. She was like, "A tree? In our
living room? What's the big deal? There's TONS of them outside."
She was far more interested in the gigantic mess we were making in the
living room. Specifically the ornaments. More specifically the boxes,
tissue paper and bubble wrap they were stored in. Here, I'm handing
here the "Allison" ornament Jerry and I got her last year. She broke it
in less than two minutes. Apparently the bell is much better on its own.
Toby must've had a rough day. I mean with all of the lap-sitting and
nap-taking to be done. And then to do it all over again the next day?
Absolutely exhausting. No wonder he found a soft spot and passed out.