Children Are Gifts In Themselves

(This story takes place when I’m about six and my little sister is three. It is my dad’s birthday, and our gift to him is a pair of pants.)

Me: *to sister* “Now remember, don’t tell Daddy we got him those pants, okay?”

Sister: “Right! Don’t tell Daddy we got him those pants!”

(Our dad gets home from work a few minutes later. My sister immediately runs to greet him.)

Sister: “Daddy! We got you a present! And it’s NOT pants!”