I’m two years old, and I GOT A HULA HOOP! Eat your heart out, Alvin.
And I got a doll! In a buggy! And my sister is headless!
And I got a crib! For my doll! And it looks like my brother may have gotten something, too.
But I’m holding a bottle! To feed my doll!
Actually, I’m a lot older, and I don’t get to open presents on Christmas morning with my siblings anymore, but the scene will probably be about the same–I GOT A DOLL!–with less cute jammies, though.