Today we took the tree down and...

Grant cried so hard that I became depressed myself and decided I was evil for wanting to take it down so soon.  He kept telling Justin to stop and to take the plastic bag off.  It was very, very sad.

We cheered him up by stopping mid-process and making him lunch.  Now we have a tree in the front room with a plastic bag over it and a million needles underneath it.  It's very Martha-esque.

(In my defense, I wanted to start vacuuming needles now so that in a week - when ballet starts again - no little toes get stabbed, but still...)