This weekend we had our first gift casualty. Girl found and unwrapped one of P's presents for him.
P: Uh, thanks for the hat dear.
Me: Oh, yeah, you're welcome.
Later...
P: I got you three presents.
Me: I got you two so far, but there are two others that I want you to have.
P: Yes, I know. You got me... a hat.
Even Later:
P: I got a hat for Christmas. What's in the other one? Gloves or a scarf?
Me: Shut up.
Later still:
Me: Do you even like the hat?
P: Yeah, I needed one.
Me: It's moisture-wicking on the inside. You know, for running.
P: I see that.
Me: Do you want to just have it now? I could wrap it back up.
P: (puts the hat on in an attempt to prevent the re-wrap)
Going to sleep:
P: What are my other presents?
Me: You wanna just go open the other one up?
P: No, I have a hat.
Me: (grumbling) It would've been better with all the other presents.
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GAH, BigP forced me to open gifts this weekend. Poor guy couldn't wait any longer it was just killing him. The funny part - the only thing he asked for was a hat and I didn't get it for him. LOL
(I hate that team and I refuse to look at him wearing that stupid hat everyday so I got him everything else for that team except the hat)
Ahh, just go ahead and open them. Everyone's doing it!
:)
Oh my goodnes I almost pee'd reading this! Too funnny! Hope your Christmas is a merry one!
Sometimes the hubbies are worse than kids at Christmastime, I think. And don't listen to Irish up there - she's worse than a kid when it comes to the gift opening - HA :)
Don't worry. I am not an early present-opener. In fact, in the past I have been trusted by my mom and grandma to wrap my own presents without peeking!
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