"And to finish it off, let's put a star on the top, with the gold crayon--there's your Christmas tree!" you say.
To which your child answers, "And let's draw a little person there, NOT TOUCHING IT."
(P.S. That is not my house, nor is that me in the background, nor is that boy-child mine. I WISH. Little Blondie in the giant chair, there, is mine, lucky me! And lucky her for having a grandmother who allows juice-boxes on that pretty furniture. Where that woman was when I was growing up, I do not know.)