“You are terrible at this.”

Albert remarks, as you stand next to a Christmas Tree you thought was perfectly fine. He shoves his hands in his pockets, shaking his head

“Honestly, it’s not a Charlie Brown Christmas. You’re picking the scrawniest trees ever.”

He laughs at his remark, as you puff your cheeks out in annoyance. Your husband gently wraps and arm around you shoulder, pulling you close

“Now, now. Don’t be such a child. Just let me take care of this.”