My daughter (knowing I don't drink alcohol and feeling a wrapped present for me which is apparently wine):
Do you really want wine for Christmas?
Me (going into knowing, instructing, loving fatherly mode to take advantage of a perfect time to educate my daughter on giving and receiving):
What counts is the present, it doesn't matter to me what it is.
My daughter (after very briefly digesting this tidbit of parental wisdom):
What if it was poo? Or how about a bottle of wee?
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