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The Wrapper

About this time yesterday, our son was alone. In the living room. For ten minutes.

Alone with his Christmas presents, the rest of a roll of blue masking tape, a wad of rubber bands and a black Sharpie.

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At which time he rigged his present pile such that he could drag the thing down the hallway with a single finger.

And he identified it lest it get lost in the bathroom and we all scratched our heads as to whose it was.

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There was no proof he’d peeked. No torn paper. No patched up holes.

Just sudden concern about why he was getting a box for Christmas, when he hadn’t asked for one.

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