The cruel marketing scheme of the school enticing parents to go to the Christmas market….
We didnt exactly get up at the crack of dawn. But we got to the towns Christmas market before noon. Around 11:30. We went straight to the schools booth… and straight to the twig trees Kaitlyns class made. And discovered that hers was already gone. Sold. Kaitlyn dissolved into tears. The father working the booth tried to tell her in English that she could go home and make another one now that she knows how. The mother working the booth tried to tell me in French something that I think was about saving her handiwork next year; Im not sure.
So Kaitlyn picked out something different. A tiny white angel. That when Antoine goes to look for…. well…. get out the tissues.