We put up a cling set of a nativity on the kitchen window that’s down by the table where they can reach.
They made the design decisions and I bit my tongue rather firmly.
See the stars, how there’s one off to the right that’s a different shape? That’s because it’s a chicken.
“I know chickens don’t fly that high,” Levi said, as he carefully rubbed to remove air bubbles from underneath it, “but this one does. See?”