Every day since we put the tree up, often more than once a day, the following conversation takes place.
Boo: Moose!
Me: Yes, that’s the moose! Hi, moose!
Boo, holding out one hand: Meet!
Me: Nice to meet you, moose!
Boo: Ainge!
Me: Yes, that’s an angel. Where are the other ones?
Boo pointing to one of a dozen other tiny straw angels: Othe! Ove!
Me: Yep, there’s one over there too.
Boo: (unintelligible)
Me: Yes, that’s the squirrel! He’s eating a nut! (Here I mime eating a nut.)
Boo: Funny! Meet!
Me, shaking his hand: Nice to meet you, squirrel!
When he gets to the penguin, he never fails to mention that Daddy put it up, and that it’s up high (relatively speaking).
We’re all going to be sad to take the tree down.
Mama-Come-Lately 
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