The family Christmas tree is finally up and fully decorated, and our son, as is typical, insisted on hanging most of the ornaments himself. So if you stop by, you'll understand why the majority of the doodads are clustered in the tree's groin region.
You'll also understand why some of the ornaments aren't really ornaments, since Robert got the idea that anything you can hang from a string or stab with a hook—such as a toy car, a small puppet, or one of his sneakers—is fair game.
