I don't know what my best present was...but the worst was probably a bike. A bike that said Some assembly required.
I was ecstatic when I first saw it...what 6 or 7 (I forget) year old wouldn't be? Then my pops decided to crack it open and start putting the bike together. Now, I'm 6 (or 7)...what the hell do I know about putting a bike together...yet I'm recruited to "help my father" as my moms put it. So the assembly conversation was pretty much,
Hand me the screwdriver.
You mean this?
No. Thats a Tonka truck. The screwdriver is the long metal thing with the plastic handle.
You mean this?
No. That's your mom's curling iron. Never mind! (yelling now) Go get Mommy for me because she might have idea of what a screwdriver is! I NEED LIQUOR!"
I would've settled for a giftcard.