I put the remote in my pocket, and picked up the tree and walked towards the kitchen. This itsy-bitsy tree would amaze my mom.
I held the tree carefully, with two hands, not wanting to knock the ornaments off at this size.
"Hey, mom..." I started, then realized she wasn't alone in the kitchen.
A conversation was going on in there.
I slowed down as I got closer, wondering if anybody else in there should really know about the remote.
As I got closer to the kitchen doorway, I recognized who was talking to my mom... it was...
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