Tonight, Berlin learned how to do summersaults.

Hailey and I laughed hysterically as Berlin rolled head over toe all throughout the living room, giggling uncontrollably. "Oh what fun," we thought. "Surely life doesn't get better than this!" We smiled at one another. Our teeth and eyes twinkled, reflecting the warm glow of the seasonal scented candle which illuminated the room with elation and glee. Outside, a gaggle of geese took flight southward while a young boy scout troop helped an elderly man rake his yard. Nearby, eager holiday carolers prematurely, yet welcomely, sang tidings of joy to kith and kin alike. Squirrels danced in unison across a power line, with nary a worry of electrocution. Due to a drastic change of heart, the town's wealthiest man accompanied a small orphan on a tandem bicycle through the neighborhood, handing out large bundles of money and imported fruit to passers by. The heavens parted and then...

Berlin puked on my chest.