My children are obsessed with presents. What kids aren't...but mine appear to have a serious fixation.
Every time they walk by the pile of presents next to the fireplace they stop and crouch down to measure the size of the pile, then they organize it so that the "most promising gift" is on top and immediately accessible for opening. But then, the next time they go to the bathroom, go to their rooms, or come through the kitchen for a snack they pass the pile again and reorganize the whole thing from scratch, invariably concluding that a different present is the most worthy and deserves to be put on top.
My oldest seems to be more obsessed with the contents of each gift than the organizing of the gifts and has dubbed herself "The Present Doctor." She examines each and every one of her gifts thoroughly and "diagnoses" the contents.
Like a fine physician, she gives each gift a thorough physical. She touches, gropes, smooths, pokes and shakes each gift before holding it aloft against the lighting to see if the contents reveal themselves in the x-ray view. It's impressive, really.
She proudly shares her conclusions with everyone in the room. "This feels like a book." Then "This one is soft and lumpy. It's clothes." And the more impressive "This box is American Girl Doll stuff. I can tell by the box, it's an outfit."
After she has analyzed each of her own presents, she sets to the task of figuring out each of her sibling gifts. They do not like this.
"STOP it! I don't want you to know what I got!"
"Don't touch my presents."
"You're going to break it!"
But she can't help herself. Like Dr. House she loves a good puzzle. Each gift presenting her with intriguing and seemingly unconnected clues as to the contents therein.
So she lifts an interestingly shaped, long, rectangular box - her brother's "chosen" gift on top of the pile - and while poking and prodding it, she accidentally rips a big ol' hole right down the middle of the package revealing the contents.
"Look what you did! I TOLD you to stop!" he screamed.
"I can fix it, I can fix it." she said.
We take the disfigured present to my room (for gift surgery) and tried to patch it up. We use a lot of tape along the rip and the sides trying to fix the hole and make it look like new. But despite our best efforts, the gift is scarred.
I think she might have a malpractice suit on her hands.