Never before has it taken me until December 19th to decorate the tree. It's rather wonky, but I am truly past caring. It is done. I must have looked ill, because Johnny took pity on me and helped me to decorate it. Which led to this exchange:
Johnny: No, we can't have that bauble there.
Me: Why not?
Johnny: Look - it's in line with that one.
Me: Silence. Eyes boggling.
Johnny: My mother is very particular about these things, you know.
Sigh - I can take to my bed happy, knowing that my parenting work is done. I have produced a child who is as neurotic about the Christmas Tree as I am.