"Mom," my daughter said. "I saved a tree!"
"You saved a tree?" I asked. "How did you do that?"
"I put it in a pot."
"That's a good trick," I said. "Did it fit?"
"Yeah, it's just a baby. Look." She walked me over to a pot that was sitting on the kitchen counter. Inside was a young pine tree. Under the whole thing was a sign: Evelyn.
"This is Evelyn the tree?"
"Yeah. Isn't she cute? Daddy was going to run her over with the lawnmower, and I saved her life. Can we keep her?"
"Yes we keep her, but she has to go back outside in the spring."
So now ladies and gentlemen, we have a new pet in the house: a tree named Evelyn.