A first draft of my Christmas letter:
Yesterday, the kids and I almost got kicked out of a garden store because my boys decided to sword fight with the broken stems of poinsettias I planned to buy.
How did the stems get broken, you ask? Well, apparently, asking 5-year-olds to help Mommy carry a poinsettia to the cash register is akin to violating child labor laws. "It's too heavy," one whined, dangling the plant upside down, crushing the flowers up against his winter coat. "Why do we have to help?" the other one chimed in, bending the stems into advanced yoga poses.
There might have been some yelling on the way home, after the...