Christmas time

"Lets put these ones at the bottom of the tree, because they won't break if they get knocked off by the dog."

"You're right, but those aren't the plastic bulbs."

"Yeah they are."

"No they aren't. These aren't the plastic bulbs. I'd drop this one to prove my point, but I won't, because I know It'll break."

"OK, than I'll drop it, and prove mine."

So I hand the bulb to my little sister, and she dangles it over the floor. Before dropping it, she lowers the bulb to about knee level. You'd think that it wouldn't break even if it was glass, but on a tile floor...

That familiar high pitched shattering sound accompanies the view of bulb pieces flying across the floor. I laugh, even though it's not all that hilarious now that I think about it.

"I told ya"

I tell her to get the broom and dust pan, because I'm not cleaning it up, and besides, there are a bunch of little glass shards all around my feet. She's wearing slippers, I'm in socks.

It's kind of weird, how we're still decorating a christmas tree when the youngest member of the family is fifteen and the rest are technically adults... You'd think we would have grown out of it, and instead of participating in christmas festivities we would just buy each other presents... especially since we're all at  the age where we enjoy getting clothes for christmas.