Christmas Memory

I just remembered a little heart warming story. Little A just told me that he doesn't really know what he bought me for Christmas since he just liked what the present said and didn't really know what it was used for. (From a little Christmas store at the school.) I remembered shopping in the mall for presents for the fam when I was probably in 7th or 8th grade. I found a neat glass with a rabbit on it at a drugstore in the mall. (remember when Northwoods was safe?) I got it for dad since the rabbit had a bowtie and was obviously masculine. I showed it to mom after we met up in the mall and watched her eyes bug out of her head. She was mad and drug me back to the store where I purchased the Playboy shotglass and gave the clerk a stern talking to about selling things like these to minors and how disgusting to have it out in the store where children walk though, etc. I was mortified. I had no idea what was wrong with the cute bunny glass, but I have suddenly realized why I avert my eyes to anything with the Playboy Logo on it! Awww, sweet holiday memories!