After visiting Santa on Saturday, we ventured out to the local garden center for a Christmas tree. It was a cold and windy evening and Neal was not looking forward to spending lots of time finding the perfect tree. We had just spent an hour outside waiting to see big old Santa. To say we were a bit chilled was an understatement.
Once there, we headed straight to the trees. No dawdling. William picked out several trees, I picked out several trees and Neal said, "great, let's get it." All of the sudden Davis exclaimed, "I found it. The perfect tree! Wait!" and off she ran. Next thing I see, is Davis carrying this little tree in her arms. Ever the comedian, she says, "look! It's THE perfect tree!" and then she sets it down and collapses into a fit of giggles.
It might not have been THE perfect tree, but she is The perfect little girl :)