Sadie picks a tree.

The day started as all snowy wintery days should, with a Tim Horton's hot chocolate, and a cheese croissant.

We had explained to Sadie that we were going to the tree farm to pick a Christmas tree.

"To see animals?" she said.

"No, it's not that kind of farm. It's a farm full of Christmas trees."

"I want a big BIG Christmas tree."

"OK Sadie we'll see what we can find."

So we get to the farm, and we tell Sadie to pick a tree.

"Hmmmmmm."

"This one?"

Sadie bent down and tried to yank the tree out of the ground. When we told her 'pick' a tree, she thought we meant 'pick' a tree, like one would pick a strawberry or blueberry.

Daddy found the perfect tree. Sadie watched him cut it down with a 'big knife'.

Here is the tree at home, all decorated, after two time-outs, two broken ornaments, and a whole lot of detangling, thanks to Sadie's overzealous 'helping'.

And here is the view from our street, including our driveway, shovelled courtesy of Sadie (daddy helped and was told "Good job daddy" and given a high-five for his efforts).