Oh Christmas Tree

I've talked about the crappy Christmas puff painting "art" that I did for my parents (sadly, when I was old enough to know better). They kept it. They had it laminated. And every year, it claimed a spot right in the middle of my parents' refrigerator. *cringes*

Oh the embarrassment. Why, I wondered, was there the need to hang on to drawings of disfigured people and ambiguous objects? And they simply replied, "One day you'll understand, when you have kids of your own."

(Pshh. Yeah, right. )

But then, Ella and I decided to decorate ornaments yesterday.




OH. Now I get it.


Thus, I give you my most cherished ornament on our tree this year. :)