The Fretful Mother's Blog

Christmas time means lots of adhesives. Things like tape and glue (and children’s nasal discharge). My son wanted to wrap his gift to his sister this evening. I got the box all set up and asked him to get the tape. He couldn’t find it. I don’t know what this says about me, but my first thought was to use band-aids instead.
I’m sure my daughter wouldn’t find it strange at all to open such a package from her brother. Snowflake wrapping paper and Pokemon bandages. She’d probably think it was his way of preparing her for what’s inside. She did want a hermit crab after all.
My concern with wrapping gifts is the tape to seal the paper and the sticky bows. For some reason, I always get other stuff caught on the tape or get it twisted up. Or I place the bow in the wrong spot and end up ripping the paper while trying to readjust. It’s never pretty.
And then for some strange reason the cats are into adhesives. They turn their noses up at things such as salmon and Fancy Feast, but as soon as that adhesive is available it is a gourmet meal. So most of the gifts under our tree end up with chewed up bows and seams. That’s never pretty either.
I’m probably the person whom no one wants to have draw their name in the gift exchange. There are most likely whispers about the likelihood of me using boogers to seal up presents. I’m thinking maybe I should pass out roofies with each gift. That way no one will remember who gave them what. You can never be too safe.

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