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As I reflect on the weekend I think about a moment I had sitting on the couch at Hil's watching her girls tearing through the bag of stuff I had brought them. It was my best villan prize pack which the boy was uninterested in when I brought it home. I took it to give to the girls as I thought they might appreciate it. As I watched them fight over the disk shooting gun, then fight over blowing up the inflateable hammer then beat each other with it while alternately sucking down the sugar from the giant pixie stick - It struck me that I was the equivalent of that horrible crazy relative who brings the kids completely inappropriate gifts. ...Sorry Hil. They did seem to like them, though.
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