Alex, it's time to put up the Christmas lights.
I know you don't want to, but the kids look forward to it so much. I'd do it myself, but I can't reach the top of the porch even with the stepladder.
They're up in the attic, same as every year. Where else would they go?
Well, it's a big, stiff, knotted string all piled up. I'm sure it's tangled like crazy. That's just how these things work.
Because that's how Gordie put them away last year.
Alex, hon, put down that sword before the kids see. Honestly, dear...