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5 comments:
Haha I think that's why my mom hides everything at my uncle's house until Christmas Eve. My brother and I were very curious kids :o)
Haha. Yea, I was too. But it Always ruined it. The guilt was too much. Once I saw what I had I didn't really want it anymore. strange.
I did that too. One year I found everything and I looked at it. Then the next day I couldn't stand it anymore and I told on myself. I haven't been that curious since then.
You wimps! My sibs and I would creep into the room the presents were in, already wrapped, and we'd cut the tape, carefully opening each package to see what we got, then retaping them all the same way our mom had them. We were guilt-free pro's! LOL... If my kids ever did that, I'd clobber them! I don't think they're as devious as we were. I hope. ;o)
I did the same thing. Opened everything very carefully, wrapped it all back up, knew everything I had. I remember Christmas day, I sat there and cried, cause there was no "fun" in it.
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