The Moral of the Story

About a year ago Matt placed some rocks in our front yard, in a perfect circle, with the plans to plant a tree in the middle. Yesterday he finally decided to go buy the tree and the girls and I went with him to pick it out. He went with the intentions of getting a live oak tree, kind of like this one:

We left with a cherry tree that will one day look like this:

On our way home, Matt said (halfway to himself and halfway to me): "I went to that nursery in search of a big, strapping, manly tree and I left with a sissy, pink, girly tree!"

Poor Matt, he can't escape the pink and all things girl.

So, the moral of the story is, don't let your wife and daughters go tree shopping with you!