Surprise!
My Mom just gave me a gift. She had me close my eyes and hold out my hand. When I did so, she placed something on my upturned palm. I opened my eyes. Sitting on my hand was a little, brown, speckled, stuffed turtle. I must have gotten a strange look upon my face. My Mom said in a disappointed tone of voice, "What? You don't like him?" I said to her, "Mom, 'Turtle' is what Matt used to call me. I don't want anything to do with turtles anymore." Her response was priceless, "Well, of course you don't!" She swiped it out of my hand and threw it into her closet to be returned to the Fall Rummage Sale (it had come from the Spring Rummage which ended today). She told me to throw out all the turtles I still have. I explained how they are in a box and I will likely be taking them to Burning Man to place in the Temple Burn.