While I was at work one day, Jeff and Michael got the Christmas tree out from under the stairs and hauled it up to the living room. Michael found a scrap of wood paneling under the stairs, and being ever-helpful, hauled it upstairs, too. It was "Michael's tree," and he insisted on putting it right in front of the other tree, "so you can see it."Currently, "his" tree is back down under the stairs, moved there after he went to bed that night. And "our" tree is fully decorated and lovely, but barricaded by our coffee table set on its side and other various items, to keep the ever-curious and over-active 10-month-old from ripping it apart.
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