Off we went to the neighbor's tree lot to pick the biggest tree we could squeeze through the front door. Measuring tape? Don't be silly.
The Banker traditionally waits at home for me to bring home the quarry. And then I stand clear while he hauls it inside. It just goes better that way. We have learned.
You are so doggone cute! I'm so happy I got to see you all on Christmas Eve. :)
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