Mom: I guess it’s time to take down the tree. I’ve enjoyed it so much this year, I’m going to miss it.
Dad: Look at the bright side; only ten more months and we get to do it all over again.
Achilles: Can I help, huh, please. I’m really good at taking off the bulbs.
Mom: Uh, why don’t you just watch and make sure I’m doing it right?
Two minutes later…
Achilles: You missed one, Aunt Amy. There’s another one you missed.
Mom: Move please, Achilles.
Achilles: I could get under the tree and get that one you dropped.
Mom: Move out of my way, Achilles.
Achilles: Oops, didn’t mean to step on your foot. Look, I can even fit back behind the tree.
Is that my Mom driving by the house? Isn’t she coming to get me today?
Mom: That’s not her, and she will be here later. Now, will you please get out of my way?
Ella: I think you missed one, way up at the top.
Mom: Thank you Ella. Now I think we are done, except for Uncle Jeff putting away the tree.
That was hard work.
Yep, I’m exhausted.
Wake us when our Mom comes.
Achilles and Ella, the helper pups waiting on our Mom.