Amelia often sits near the tree, gazing at the presents. She’s either contemplating the end of another year, or she’s plotting her attack to take down the tree long enough to distract Roger and me while she tears through the wrapping paper and ribbon. Either way, she looks sweet and innocent.
She IS sweet and innocent! She just needs to stay away from that little red present or I’ll have to speak to her.
She prefers presents with ribbon, so the red one’s safe . . . for now.