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Originally posted by evenodds
When my brother was little (like maybe five), he broke into the locked room where our mother kept all the christmas presents. For weeks, he would sneak a gift or two into his room and play with them and then sneak them back in before she noticed. Finally, the jig was up and my mother confronted us(!) and told us that the star trek enterprise and the slot cars were gifts for our father.
I believed her, of course
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The other gift fiasco of my youth was when I wanted the "bust" of Barbie (no, you pervs, not that) that you could put makeup on, and do her hair, etc.
My parents knew I really wanted it, but either (i) my parents were late to the store and they didn't have the one I wanted, or (ii) my parents were just PC way ahead of their time (or a combination thereof), and I got the black Barbie bust. I confess, I was rather disappointed. None of the makeup showed up on the black Barbie! I felt totally ripped off!
