At first, Sophie wasn’t nearly as excited as I imagined she would be, tromping around a cold field, picking out the perfect Christmas tree. So I asked her why. She said “none of them had any stuff on them.” She didn’t realize they wouldn’t be decorated. I wonder what she had envisioned—a field full of beautifully decorated and lit Christmas trees? No wonder she was initially disappointed.
The trip was a near disaster when I realized I forgot her Fiskars. Several days before, when I told her we were going to cut our Christmas tree, she insisted I bring them—so she could help cut it, too. Thankfully, my mom, had a spare pair in her Prius. (I mean, really, who carries spare children’s scissors around? Apparently, my mom. (Thank you.)) Sophie then delighted in cutting our tree (and several others),
“Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall.” —Larry Wilde
