But here's the thing: because we didn't get ornaments on last year, it's the first real Christmas tree that Becket has actually seen and the furry little Visigoth is *obsessed.* At first he was removing almost a dozen ornaments every day. Then he seemed to lose interest. Then last night I put packages under the tree, and the fascination has resumed. So far he's only broken one, and I've also broken one. I'm just glad that I decided not to try to hang the good lead tinsel. He probably would have destroyed at least one box worth. I should have known that naming him after a troublemaker was a poor move.
At least he's not a climber...
Everyone cross their fingers for my 5:00 drive home...
