““What are those big round things hanging off the trees?” I looked up. The big round things he was referring to was the parasitic plant mistletoe. It had completely infested the trees in this area. Oh God he would ask that… “You really don’t know?” I hedged. He looked at me completely nonplussed. “Uh, no.” he said, as if I was completely nuts. “That’s why I asked.” I nodded. Of course… city boy… “Um, it’s mistletoe.” I mumbled feeling mortally embarrassed. He nodded, his lips twitched then he raised an eyebrow, an impish grin on his face, “Really?” He asked. “Well, wouldn’t you know it?” he looked back up, “And we’re stood right beneath it.””
