It's a wrap!
If the present is in my house, I've wrapped it. There are a few more things in transit, but everything else is wrapped--and if the gift belongs to someone who lives here, only I know the secret code to the gift tags. (insert evil laugh here)
I thought for a bit, the other day, that I'd lost my key to the secret code, but fortunately I found it again and all was right with the world.
My 17-year-old son went out and purchased gifts for his friends and for the family--on his own. He showed me what he got for his sister, but that's it. That's all I know--and I'm not telling. You know your child is growing up when he uses his own money to purchase Christmas gifts, goes out and gets them by himself, and refuses your offer to help him wrap them. That last bit was the clincher. I told him where the tape, scissors, tags and wrapping paper are, and unless he asks for help, I'm staying out of it.
If he's smart, he only bought easy-to-wrap stuff like books, CDs, or things that come in rectangular boxes. I was not so smart. I ruined a good bit of wrapping paper on one particular gift that came in a hexagonal box. What a pain that was to wrap! If I had my way, heads would roll at the packaging-design department of that particular toymaker.
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