November 2025
"Liv, Liv, it's okay," David whispered soothingly, trying to calm the screaming three-year-old in Tori's arms. When they'd planned a trip to Disney, they'd had no idea whatsoever that their youngest daughter would be so scared of fireworks, especially considering Mackenzie's fascination with them.
Tori looked down at Kenzie, who was contentedly sitting in the double stroller they'd rented, looking up at nightly fireworks show Disney put on. Meanwhile, Olivia continued crying, her little face twisted as she sobbed.
"Daddy, why is Liv crying?" Kenzie asked, looking away from the fireworks for a few seconds. "Doesn't she like the fireworks? Because I think they're cool. She should like them. They're cool."
David chuckled. "She's just a little scared," he explained, brushing Kenzie's bangs out of her eyes. "She's little and she doesn't like loud noises."
"But I make loud noises all the time and she likes me!" Kenzie said, frowning in confusion. "Daddy, are you sure she likes me?"
"Yes, Kenzie, she likes you very much," David assured her. "But the fireworks are just really loud, way louder than you, and that's why she's scared of them. Okay?"
"Okay, Daddy," Kenzie said and turned back to watch the show.
David straightened up and turned to see Tori looking at him with a big smile on her face. "What?" he asked, taking Liv from her. "Why are you smiling at me like that?"
"Nothing," Tori said, still grinning. "I just like when you talk to Kenzie. It's extremely amusing to watch."
