Wrapping My Own Presents

Every year I take advantage of the July toy sales. I grab some bargains and put them away for Christmas and the next round of kids’ birthdays, so the only gift buying I need to worry about for the next twelve months is the adults. 

I was in my bedroom wrapping a couple of them when Tomboy knocked on the door and asked if I was wrapping her presents.

‘No,’ I replied.

She then asked whose presents was I wrapping. I knew that she thought she’d be able to come in and look if they weren’t hers, so I told her I was wrapping my own presents.

‘Can I come and watch?’ she asked.

‘No, because then I’ll know what I’m getting,’ I replied, thinking that she would catch on pretty quick and tell me I’d know anyway if I was wrapping them.

Tomboy’s reply: ‘It’s okay, I won’t tell you what they are.’