Picture this: it was the morning after I took down all the Christmas decorations; the process of which happened almost entirely after the kids went to bed. It was a typical morning. We had breakfast, got dressed, then went to the gym. It wasn't until we returned from the gym that Tate noticed that some of the smaller, decorative christmas trees in the living room were gone.
As we walked into the house, he furrowed his brow and his head tilted ever so slightly (imagine the same action as performed by a dog when you talk to them) as he looked at the empty space where the cluster of small trees once was. He muttered something under his breath that sounded like "let me check the other tree". He turned around and walked straight into the front living room where we kept the "big" Christmas tree.
It was then, while staring at the spot where this tree used to be, that he gasped and said: "MOM! THE GRINCH STOLE OUR CHRISTMAS TREES!"
2 comments:
That's awesome! Tate stories always make me giggle...he's so darn cute!
When ever I need a good laugh, I visit your blog. He is so dang smart. Adam has a love hate realationship with the grinch. That is all I heard about for 3 months.
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