Sophie sat on the couch, arms crossed, a deep frown on her face.
“What’s the deal, kiddo?” Lauren asked, sitting down beside her. “You’ve been sulking all morning.”
Sophie huffed dramatically. “It is Two Weeks to Christmas. Everyone at school already has their decorations up. Emily’s tree has six colors of lights. And Tommy? His house looks like a movie.”
“Okay, and?” Larry chimed in, leaning against the doorway with a mug of coffee. “We’ve got a tree. Though it looked ugly. We’ve got very old ornaments. What’s the problem?”
“It’s boring,” Sophie groaned, flopping onto her back. “We don’t have cool stuff like they do.”
“Boring?” Larry echoed, feigning outrage. “You’re calling my expert decorating skills boring? I’m wounded.”
Lauren rolled her eyes. “Let me guess—you stuck a star on
