Tree Day

After 2 days of sitting in the house being, well, a tree - we finally got round to putting stuff on it and making it a christmas tree. I wanted to involve boyface as much as possible so he could see that it was all actually pretty boring once he got past the glitter and tinsel and all that jazz.

Within 10 minutes of the tree being up, everything he could reach was off it and being thrown around the room.

"Arlo that ball thing that you're holding? It's not a ball. Don't throw it" - CHUCK

"Arlo, the christmas tree is not a toy. Do not touch that toy train that's on the Christmas Tree" - THWACK.

Oof. I realised pretty quickly that saying 'don't touch the tree' is the same as saying 'don't chase the cat' or 'don't eat that biscuit'. Just not going to happen. Now he is allowed to touch the tree so long as he's gentle and he's not been near it since.

Am I a genius, or what?!