"Helping..."

This...

... is why it took me so long to get my Christmas decorations up.

And also why it didn't really matter how particular I was in their placement.

Before a certain fabulous aunt of mine adds to her running list of reasons to call Child Protective Services (she's kidding- I think) let me just say that 1) I was with Little Sister the entire time she was undoing all of my hard work checking out the tree and 2) in retrospect, I should have nipped this in the bud instead of encouraging her with my picture snapping, because I had to be especially vigilant every day afterward to be sure she didn't sneak off to strangle herself with beads, and because my tree will never look the same.