Decorating the Tree

Warning: Will didn't sleep well again last night and so I'm composing on two nights of abbreviated sleep.
Carter awoke today with just as much love for the Christmas tree as he fell asleep with. He wasted no time in uncovering all the ornaments and rather autonomously placing them on the tree. I tried to get him to slow down, to wait for me to help. He was a force of nature. There were empty boxes all over the place and tissue paper mounting on the couch. I wanted to help because he's only a little over 4 feet tall and the tree is 10 feet. So, as anyone might imagine, all of the ornaments were at the bottom of the tree. Actually, they were concentrated in a small area 3 feet square portion of one side. There is one branch with about 7 different colored bulbs hanging from it. It bends to an exaggerated arc now. I suggested that he let me start to redistribute the ornaments around to the higher parts, particularly the ones that could break. We wouldn't want Will to get hurt. He vehemently declined that idea. He thought it looked beautiful the way it was and still is.
He worked so hard at decorating the tree, with exceptional concentration and talking all the while. He woudn't stop to eat, only to drink some juice once. I was pretty impressed. I had to beg him to take a break. He put every last ornament on the tree. He was breathing heavy, in a dramatic fashion, sighed and said "I'm tired and thristy. Whew! I've been working hard, haven't I?"
That's when Will started plucking the ornaments from the branches like they were apples. He went right for the ones that look like shiny balls, swiftly dislodging them from their hooks and rendering him topless. That is when he would stick one on each index finger and walk around laughing and laughing at his funny trick. Do you know how hard it is to not laugh with him? Of course, laughing only encourages him, so you have to keep a very stern face.
We only lost three bulbs. Oh, and I moved all the expensive ones up the tree while Carter was drinking his juice. He may be the self-appointed head of the Christmas tree, but I am the self-appointed neck. And the neck turns the head.