Emily: I hope you
like your Christmas present.
Me: Em, I told you
not to get me a present. You can make me
something. Your poems are awesome!
Emily: Don’t worry
Dad paid for it. Actually, why don’t you
not give me my November and December allowance and we’ll call it good.
Something about this just doesn’t seem right. In the first scenario I was actually paying
for my own present, which is what we all do anyway, and in the second scenario
I think I would feel better if I handed her the allowance and she walked over
and bought me a present, even if I was standing outside the store waiting for
her. I know, it doesn’t make sense, but
I don’t make sense all the time. I get a
lot of quizzical looks from the family.
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