With the kids quietly slumbering upstairs, John and I sat down to eat a quiet, late dinner.
"Did you notice the new decorations on the tree?" John asked.
I shook my head no.
"You should look," he prompted
What? Like your tree has never sported a pirate hat and two sole inserts?
Apparently, G. has redefined the word decorations.
I expect a phone call from Better Homes and Gardens any day now.