Oh Christmas Tree

We took the kids to a Christmas tree farm today. Hank and I wanted to get a noble, and thought we found the "perfect" one. JJ said it was too "spacey." We found another one we liked. Reed said it was "hairy." A few frozen toes and tree farms later, we found it. It was Hank's dream tree. He wanted it so badly he could almost taste it. Montana said it was too "leany-over." Hank said maybe we need to remind them who's in charge. So I reminded them. "Dad's in charge so he gets to choose the tree." You can imagine how well that one went over. Hank tried bargaining. "If we get the leany-over tree (which was actually quite overgrown and could have been topped off and looked great) everybody gets donuts." Montana was good with that, but nobody else was. The next bribe was money. Hank thought he would be able to negotiate a good deal on the leany-over tree, so he told the kids he would split the money he saved with them. They would each get about $5. No go. They were holding firm and holding out for the "perfect" tree. We finally found it. We all loved it. Only problem is the "perfect" tree was 12 feet and our ceiling is only 9 feet. But Hank, being the wheeler-dealer that he is was able to get it for 20 bucks instead of 36 bucks and we cut off some of the bottom and some of the tippy top. Go Hank. Go Hank. Go really, really Hank.