Christmas trees apparently don't go on top of Mommy's car

We went to get a Christmas tree on Sunday. Daddy's Truck is in the shop, and so we took Mommy's Car. All was well. We pulled in the lot. We got out, and started looking at trees. Burrito thought this was great, and ran around looking at trees too.

Once we made a selection, our worries began. Last year, he freaked out when they used the chain saw to make a fresh cut in the wood. Not this year, though. He was a trooper, and just covered his ears. Nor did he freak out when we went into the crowded building to pay for it. He was great. He even said "Hi" to a random stranger, and hung out by the outdoor fire pit they had set up.

But nobody, and I mean NOBODY, puts a tree on Mommy's Car!

The helpful gentleman at Meadows Farms Nursery bundled up our tree and gently placed it on the roof. He then began tying the tree to the roof rack.

This was, apparently, unacceptable.

John asked what he was doing? I explained that he was putting the tree on the car so we could take it home. John, unsatisfied with the answer, began crying. Loudly. Then screaming. NONONONONONONO!!!!!!

I put him in his car seat and gave him some of his toys to play with, thinking that this would distract him. Nope. He clearly saw through me, and started crying EVEN LOUDER. Joyce came dashing out of the building, probably in hopes that whatever was making that noise wasn't John, but no such luck.

He didn't calm down until the man stepped away from the car and we were on our way. And when we did get home, he got out and calmly pointed out the tree on top of Mommy's Car.