Some dear friends have an adorable eight-month-old daughter named Grace, so for Christmas I got her some multi-colored stacking toys and a couple of Christmas board books. It was all innocent, I swear, with no parental guidance necessary for the subject matter of the books! However, the parents/servants do need to be around to hold each book, read it aloud, flip the pages, and make sure no one chews on it. One of the books was this oh-so-sweet one:
However, in the frenzy of wrapping, somehow I accidentally kinda-sorta labeled the board book for Daddy Mac. Therefore, that means that I accidentally gave the gift intended for Daddy Mac to Baby Grace instead. No big deal, right? Well, it’s not a big deal if that gift didn’t happen to be “Animal House.” Yes, THAT “Animal House.” Oh my.
Needless to say, this was highly, highly inappropriate even if it is touted as an “educational film.” (Not sure why is “educational” — maybe because it happens to takes place ON a school campus.)
Oh, and this one. Perhaps this is the decadent fraternity version of swaddling. A thought to ponder….
The moral of the story – keep good track of those gift tags!
LibbY
PS Did I neglect to mention that I happen to be Grace’s godmother? Ah, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions!