Christmas with a grandson

I am obsessed with my collection of stitched and handmade ornaments. Have been for many, many years. All my family knows this. My daughter taught her friends over the years not to touch them on the tree.
I have several Chrismon ornaments that I made of glass gold and white beads and wire. One is a Star of David. Or rather it was a Star of David.
I had this ornament on my tree for several years. My daughter had a beautiful son, my first grandson named Trent. Trent was the first boy in our family for generations (I now have 2 grandsons, Trent and Craig. More on Craig later).
Trent loved to look at the lights on the tree when he was a baby. The second Christmas he was 1 1/2 years old and was walking. He toddled over to the Christmas tree and took that gold Star of David. The center of the star was of course, square. He promptly put it on his arm and wore it like a bracelet. My daughter gasped with fear when he did this. She tried to snatch it back from him, but much to her amazement, I said "oh how cute. Don't you dare take that from him". I thought she would faint. She said, mom, this is your handmade ornament and he is bending it. I just laughed and said, oh well!
We would put that ornament back on the tree each night and each day he would get it again and wear it like a bracelet. He didn't touch another ornament on the whole tree.
Next year, he did the same thing. Over and over he would go and get that one ornament. And wear it like a bracelet.
Now I don't have a picture of the ornament before Trent. But here is my perfectly pointed star, perfect square centered star of David after Trent. Amazing what a grandchild can do to your sense of what is important.