Once, my son’s stuffed dog wrapped a Christmas gift on his own. Poor thing (dog) got tangled in tape and paper. Tape stuck to dog, tape roll hanging off him, paper wrapped around a leg. A general pitiful mess. That’s the way my son found him after school. He loved it. He’s 35 now and still remembers this
i remember mum sending dad out to readjust the antenna on the roof (2 story Victorian) after every huge snow or wind storm. he would sometimes volunteer me to do it. there’s a memory i’ll never forget
well said – thank you