
On Christmas Eve we arranged the presents as usual but we put his actual present of socks and underpants (What? It's tradition!) right at the top of the pile so that he would open it first.
He did. And promptly burst into tears.
Once consoled, he decided to open a present from my Dad. He obviously didn't trust us any more, despite us saying that all his other presents were nice. Guess what Dad had bought him as part of his present? Yup! You've got it. Socks and underpants.
Is it wrong that us parents HOWLED with laughter whilst Michael was completely distraught and refused to open another present for about an hour?