"Honey! Max has something for you!" Dave shouted from downstairs.
I was in our room switching from work clothes into sweats. It had been a looong day, and I was zonked. But this sounded interesting.
Max was waiting for me at the bottom of stairs, one hand behind his back, a huge smile on his face. He handed me a cute little plastic purple creature.
"This is for me?" I said, incredulously.
"Eee-yah!" said Max, happily.
Sabrina zoomed over. "It's from the stuff he got at Valentine's Day at school!" she reported. Max had come home with a red construction paper heart stuffed with cards, candy and little treats that had sat on a table in the playroom ever since.
Max, it seems, was re-gifting. Maybe he picked that up from me, I can't be sure. (FYI: If you are a real-life friend of mine or related to me, rest assured, I have never re-gifted to you.)
But still: He was giving me something purple. He never parts with anything purple. So this meant that:
a) He loves me—he really, really loves me
b) He is maybe getting a little over purple
c) He is trying to butter me up in hopes of going on another Disney Cruise
d) All of the above
