My kids are a constant source of comedy in my house… and grey hairs.
Recently, my oldest (4yrs) had an incident with our Christmas tree. So here’s how that went down.
Firstly, I’d like to add that this is our first Christmas tree as a family. My wife and I previously have put up a tree, obviously. But when we had our first, we decided a tree was too much of a hassle to have to watch with a toddler roaming about. I don’t know if you knew this, but toddlers will grab, destroy, and/or put everything in their mouths that they can reach.
So we decided against putting up a tree for a couple of years. When we finally got to the age where we felt we could trust the oldest, that’s when we had the youngest. So we haven’t put up a tree in over 4 years.
Needless to say, my kids were both curious of the tree immediately, but thankfully haven’t been touching it. Well, save for the following incident.
My oldest was running around with no pants, as 4 year olds do. He must have brushed past the tree and it tickled him. I’m not sure how this started, but I walk in the room to see him bare ass, rubbing his tush on our Christmas tree.
“Quit rubbing your bare ass on the Christmas tree” is not something I ever imagined I’d have to shout at another person. But then I had children, and here we are.
I love my kids, but they’re knobs, and they drive me crazy.