#1
In the car on Saturday to pick up our Christmas tree, I remind Jaia that we’ll be putting the tree on the roof (to get it home).
-No, she cried. We can’t put it on the roof.
-But we have to, I explained. There’s no room inside for a tree. Where would it go?
-But no, I don’t want it on the roof. It’s cold outside.
-I know, but trees live outside, so it won’t be cold.
Saddened, she looked away. A few minutes later she looked back and asked:
-How will we get it on the roof? Will Daddy put it up there?
-Yes, I answered. Anyone who buys a real tree puts it on the roof .
Even more saddened, she looked at me and asked, But how will we get our presents off the roof?
#2
We attended our local Santa Claus Parade on Saturday. The weather was perfect and with some sneaky moves, we were able to get some prime seating. About halfway through, a float went by and Jaia starts saying, “Frank Sinatra! Look, it’s Frank Sinatra!! I have to go home and tell Nana that Frank Sinatra was at the parade!!!”
I look up to see a float driving by with Elvis shaking his pelvis up on the front. Elvis, not Frank Sinatra, but both loved by her Nana and therefore interchangeable. And adorable.
Happy Monday!!