On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

This one isn’t so much a memory as it is a story unfolded to me in a series of snapshots.
We have these pictures from the Christmas that I was two. Mom and Dad and Justin were apparently really excited and woke up really early to open presents. I on the other hand didn’t appear to be as excited. The first picture shows 2 year old Ginnie in her nightgown, pacifier in mouth, bed head, sitting on the couch looking not so excited. (Justin looks ecstatic.) The second picture is of Justin ripping off wrapping paper. In the background Daddy is showing me the doll stroller with Marshmallow Baby. I have my hand on my head appearing to be upset. The third and final picture in the series shows Justin and I sitting next to each other. Justin looks quite happy with all of his presents. All of my presents are still wrapped and I’m crying (with my pacifier still in my mouth). Apparently I didn’t want to be up that early with pictures being taken of me.
Tragic.
I know.