Don’t touch the Christmas tree. Don’t touch the Christmas tree. DON’T TOUCH THE CHRISTMAS TREE!!!
Well, my nanny just called, my four-year-old touched the tree (which was beautiful and filled with ornaments collected over the years) and now it’s down on the ground, broken glass and all. Is this a boy-child thing? Is there some male gene that says I can’t possibly listen to reasonable instructions and I can’t possibly think beyond instant gratification. Cause and effect, my friend, cause and effect. My son is reportedly freaking out, but I know from experience that there is little hope he will actually learn from this experience. Well, anyway, I’m off for the day to assess the damage and reassure him that yes, I still love him and yes, Santa will still bring him presents. Sigh.
Is there some male gene that says I can’t possibly listen to reasonable instructions and I can’t possibly think beyond instant gratification.
Once I became an older teen my mom revealed to me, “God gives everyone a choice between a brain and a penis”. Yeah … she thinks she’s pretty clever.
I was a tree-knocker-downer. My son is a tree-knocker-downer. More than likely his son will be a tree-knocker-downer.
On Sunday, my wife put the tree up, and within an hour he had it down as I was doing some work. When I got back home, she was telling me what happened. As she was explaining, he started acting out what he did (walking behind the tree and getting ready to “mess with it”), and he almost took it down again.
He shows large advancement in some areas, but man … the little dude cannot (more likely will not) follow simple instruction. Instructions are simply not interpreted as commands, but rather challenges to be overcome.
My whole life my father wished that one day “You will have a son exactly like you”. Mission accomplished. Every time I ask my son, “Why don’t you do what daddy says?”, my wife rolls her eyes. It’s genetic.
Is this a boy-child thing? Is there some male gene that says I can’t possibly listen to reasonable instructions and I can’t possibly think beyond instant gratification.
Ahh yeah:) Although I don’t know if you can write it off to being a child:) Don’t be too hard on him he was just havin’ some fun. I have 3 dogs that like to pull stuff off the tree and sometime mess with the presents. One year my lab ripped open a gift to my dad that had a shirt in it, we came home to pieces of that shirt, the box and paper all over the house. Ahh good times:)
I don’t have any glass or breakable ornaments on my tree. Cat #1 likes to “kill” ornaments and pull them down onto the skirt, and he’s got too much time where we’re gone from the house for us to stop him. And no packages under the tree are allowed to have ribbon on them because Cat #2 tries to eat the ribbon, and the 11th day of Christmas will not involve exploratory surgery on him, and an $1100 vet bill for me.
I don’t have any glass or breakable ornaments on my tree. Cat #1 likes to “kill” ornaments and pull them down onto the skirt, and he’s got too much time where we’re gone from the house for us to stop him. And no packages under the tree are allowed to have ribbon on them because Cat #2 tries to eat the ribbon, and the 11th day of Christmas will not involve exploratory surgery on him, and an $1100 vet bill for me.
If there were any doubt, our toddler will definitely not be allowed in the living room by himself when the Christmas tree goes up, which will be sometime before the first day of Christmas, which fortunately isn’t for some time yet.
Not just a boy thing, my 6 year old daughter still has to mess with the tree. She’s been doing it since she was 13 months. Of course then, she is my devil child. Fortunately, we get to subject her to the public educators all day, so her exposure to the tree is lessened. We always threaten that she could get coal or elf turds ( I did this to my wife one year for being rather unkind leading up to xmas…elf turds are colored marshmellows at my house…actually it was me being a pain that was causing my wife stress).
Anyway, be thankful he’s not trying to climb it this year. Last year we found my 5 ft step ladder leaning on the tree and our angel missing. The angel was deeply involved in herding all the wild horses that live in my daughter’s bedroom.
That’s very funny. I got home last night, and my son was hang dog for about 45 minutes. He then tried to convince me he should help hang the ornaments that fell off. When I said no, the tree is standing only by the grace of God, he said that the tree originally fell all by itself and he had nothing to do with it. I told him I thought he was lying and that lying is wrong. I asked him what Santa would think; I asked him what God would think. He informed me God is concerned only about us all being friends and that “good or bad” was Santa’s area of specialty. I then put on my running gear and went for a run in the dark, foggy, rainy night.
Don’t be such an anal-retentive. Christmas is for the little kids to enjoy. Twenty years from now you’ll be wishing you had your little boy back to knock the tree over. Just remember, it’s not for you, it’s for him.
He informed me God is concerned only about us all being friends and that “good or bad” was Santa’s area of specialty. Well, what would you expect from someone whose Mom is a lawyer? Can you imagine the argument if his Mom and Dad were both lawyers?
A few years ago my daughter was playing hide and seek with a friend and came across presents unwrapped that she had asked Santa for. She came out looking shocked and said " you guys are santa aren’t you?." We told her yes. She said she figured that was the case. Then she asked if we did all the other stuff, like the easter bunny. We said yes we did the whole thing, santa, the easter bunny, the tooth fairy. At the words “tooth fairy”, she collapsed on floor sobbing and then ran into her room. Later, she told us that we had been lying to her and lying was wrong and not to try and get her to believe in any of that god stuff either. By her logic, god was just another invisible being with magical powers.
