Nora, should we decorate the Christmas tree? Okay! Let’s bring all the boxes down from downstairs and you can hang the ornaments. Oh, I forgot about all these glass bulbs. Yes, they are pretty. Okay, now, the thing is, some of these ornaments are breakable. See this one? If it falls on the floor, it will break. So, be really careful. Okay, maybe don’t try to hang three at once. Maybe one at a time with the glass ones. Really, they will break. They are breakable. Yes, they are. Even though you haven’t broken any yet, they are in fact, ridiculously breakable and will break. You don’t remember that bulb you broke last year, when you were two? Of course you don’t. Your little corpus callosum wasn’t fully formed, making episodic memory storage and retrieval well nigh impossible. Yes, yes, they are breakable. Not that I really care about them being broken. What I’m mainly worried about are your feet. Little, infinitesimally small shards of the thinnest glass in your soft pink foot skin. I don’t want glass in your feet. Or my feet. Or daddy’s. Or Hoover’s. Because it would hurt. It’s really hard to clean up all the glass when the glass is thinner than onion skin. Okay, maybe hang some all around the tree, hanging five ornaments on one branch, well, one might slip and fall to the floor breaking into a gajillion pieces. Okay. Nice job! The tree looks so pretty. Oh, you want me to hold this? Okay, are we taking all the ornaments off the tree now? Okay, maybe just the ones that won’t break. How about you point to an ornament and we’ll tell you whether or not it’s breakable. If it’s not breakable, you can take it off and play with it. Um, that one’s breakable. Yeah, that one too. No, that one’s not breakable. Oh, okay, I can hold that for you. That’s breakable. Breakable. Breakable. Not Breakable. Breakable…