Remember when I asked you to come play a reindeer game with me? Well, y'all pretty much said to do it. However, I thought it might be a bit risky to take advice from a bunch of strangers, so I consulted Bertha the Christmas Bulldog. I set the wrapped regiftable regifted gifts down by her side and let her ponder it for a while.

She said "Do it." So I did. Today.

I was at Oblivious' house so that we could fulfill our annual tradition of baking ridiculous volumes of Christmas cookies. I thoughtfully waited until the baking was nearly complete and the extra visitors were gone, then whipped out the boxes with a, "These are from Alexis." I shot Mr. Husband several "keep your mouth shut glances" and waited patiently to see what would happen.

"Oh, I love these!"

Then she hesitated. I knew right then and there she knew she had given them to us last year. So I explained how they came to be in my possession. And waited. And waited.

She started laughing. "You must think I'm such a goofus!"

She swears she will not be giving them back to me next year. We'll just have to see about that. It should be noted, however, that it would be totally acceptable if she were to forget where she got the super-cool puffy heart Sterling Silver bracelet that was her real gift this year, and it were to somehow end up back in my possession. I do have a birthday coming up next month.

Regifting the regifted gifts was not the funniest thing to happen today. This was:

Don't ask me why. I have no idea how it can be funny to have a fellow toddler pretend to be Aunt Gertrude and tug on your cheeks, but those two could hardly breathe they were giggling so hard.