This is my dad's ex - somehow, $20 worth of "it-breaks-immediately-so-I-end-up-throwing-it-out" sh!t from The Christmas Tree Shoppe or wherever is preferable to a single $20 toy or set of books on DD's WishList, which I keep updated because it's easier to send a link to family who want to know specific things than it is to remember who got which chunk of what list when ...