On Christmas Eve I opened a present from my aunt Liddi. It was a creepy, scary animal-like thing. It's eyes shine just like a real animal, but I know it's not alive. Yech. It gives me shivers just thinking about it. Here's my mom trying to frighten me with it. Why do grown ups seem to enjoy scaring babies?
I got to open my stocking first.
Here's me looking inside to make sure it's safe to put in a hand.
Reaching in . . . .
Hey! I got a tennis ball. Neat!
I got pretty good at opening presents, too. I'll bet I'll be even better next year.
