Silly smiles in footie pajamas. Gleeful grins beneath mad scientist hair. There’s me holding up Rock ’em Sock ’em Robots and pointing at G.I. Joe with Kung Fu Grip. The camera did not record for posterity a feverish Donnie stuck in his sick bed, or Grandma Knight’s dachshund felling her tree amidst a ruckus of crashing ornaments and tinsel.