Yesterday, Andi made a list of chores for Amanda. The list was rather basic or so we thought. Andi had run to home depot and to the post office. She thought it was safe to leave us alone or maybe she considers it a risk each time. :) Anyway, the request as written: "Fold up the tree branches." Andi wanted her to fold up the branches on the Christmas tree so we could put it back in the box. It was the only thing left of the decorations to put away at this point. Amanda seeks clarity. So I go thru this whole visual demonstration and explain how to do it. As I am talking Amanda gets more and more horrified. I can not figure out why this is bothering her so. Eventually she ask, "all of the branches?", "Yes, all of them", I say. She repeats the questions but is near tears at this point. "I don't understand why Mommy wants me to do that." Then she says, "Every tree? And I really don't think I can get up that high" and I say "WHAT? Are you on crack?" She thought Andi was asking her to do to this to the trees out in the backyard.
I can see the new service offered by lawn care folks: Tree folding $99 per tree. Sleek! Trim! Bound trees for every occasion.