Mama, dada and I went to Houston Garden Center to pick out a Christmas tree. I insisted on bringing my ax along, and I was on a terror that night.
See? I ran around like a wild man trying to cut down all the trees. Mama and dada were so distracted by my antics that we ended up picking the most lopsided, empty sided tree in the lot. Oh well, Charlie Brown. 
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