“ELOISE MARIE!” Will commanded at Ellie in the living room.

“Hey—what’s going on in there?” I asked as I walked over from the kitchen.

“Ellie is eating the tree,” Will explained.

Ellie was drooling all over a pine needle she’d picked up from the floor.

The white fir sure is more fragrant than the frasier firs we normally get…but it drops a TON of needles.