I walk into my room and lock the door.
Tape, scissors, wrapper, and presents at hand, i'm ready to get down to business.
Dylan knocks and tries to come in. I shoo him away. It works.
All the presents are wrapped and i'm proud of my work and the fact that i did it all in good time.
I open the door and call out for Dylan. He likes to be responsible for putting the presents under the tree.
As i hand him the gifts, he shakes em to guess the contents of each box.
I watch in awe as he guesses all the gifts in a heart beat.
I had to lie.
Ultimate surprise fail.
I don't have to buy more presents, do i?
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