This morning when Scotty walked upstairs into the kitchen, he instantly started sobbing crying, "Where did MY Christmas tree GO?!!?!?!" He cried and cried and cried. I showed him where it was out on the street - leaning up against the big tree. He couldn't quite see it, he was frustrated so Peter ran out barefoot in the snow to show him where it was. He wanted Daddy to go get it. He just watched it out the window for a long time until waffles were ready.
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