Christmas morning is always one of my favorite mornings. We walk into a house that has little lights reflecting off of bright packages. Stockings are stuffed and Santa has left gold wrapped packages. Everything seems so quiet, shiny, magical even, until my kids get going. This year was especially...loud. Here is the run down:
The kids walk out youngest to oldest.
Ebby, seeing the bright pink scooter immediately thinks it is for him.
There is confusion as to who is the scooter's owner.
Ebby loses and Livi cries because he is crying. 
Livi realizes she won, and is a happy camper. 
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