Last night we went to the hardware store to get our Christmas tree. Bob helped pick out the perfect Fraser Fir. After we tied the tree to the top of the car, Mr. Rosenberg and I stood outside and paid the sales clerk. I heard yelling and looked behind me. Bob was alone inside the car, buckled into his booster seat, with the windows rolled up. He was screaming with excitement, "We've got the tree on the car! The tree is on the car, everyone! We have a tree! A tree! The tree is on the car! Woo hoo!"
When we got home, it was late. I told him that we could decorate the tree in the morning. He held me to my word. We decorated the tree this morning. At 6:40am.