Spreading Out.

We went on our annual Hunt for the Perfect Christmas Tree today. The punks are always excited to go ... and then we find ourselves 20 minutes into the middle of a field with two cold, bored, tired punks who think every tree we stop at is perfect. Fast-forward ten more minutes and they start declaring the artificial tree we have at home is the best and we should use that. Five minutes after that they drop where they are to wait while their Dad and I keep searching.

Ah, the memories we're creating. Someday they'll both discuss them with their therapists.