Sophie's birthday was a bit hard on Martin this year.  Specifically, the fact that there were gifts that were not for him.  As Sophie opened gifts, crocodile tears flowed off of Martin's little cheeks:


Tears so large that it made a puddle on the countertop.  A pool of devastation so significant that he made me take a picture of it.


I tried not to laugh when I took it.  And loved him enough that I didn't even point out the irony of the dollar he held in his hand as he wailed about being a child of misfortune.