Cooper finally got to open his birthday presents from us. We wanted to wait until he was feeling better so he could enjoy them as best a one year old can.  He got a wagon and a couple of cars. The one car was a duplicate (albeit newer) version of a toy Mckenzie had gotten as a one year old. I didn’t realize that when I bought it, but as soon as I heard the whining of the motor on it, all the hatred I (and Scott too) came rushing back. I guess this one will go missing just like the last one…