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It’s time for another family story.

This one centers on my brother, who was a bachelor at the time, and he had one niece, my daughter, Chrissy. Chrissy was probably 2 1/2 at the time, and she was in love with anything Blue’s Clues. We watched Blue’s Clues all day, every day.

It was her FAVORITE.

So when my brother bought her a Blue’s Clues play house, complete with furniture and characters, her little head about exploded. She was so excited, she squealed in joy.

After the presents were opened, I got a few minutes alone with my brother, and asked him how he knew what to get his little niece.

“Oh man, let me tell you…” And my brother began his story. (I’m not the only one in the family who tells stories–I’m just the only one who writes them down.)

“I called Mom, and she told me anything that was Blue’s Clues. So I got to Toys R Us, and the place is packed. I track down an employee who showed me where Blue’s Clues stuff was. But he just dropped me off at the isle. I figured I’d get her a doll or something of this little blue dog. Oh no. That’s not going to happen.” He started to pace around the deck. (My parents have a lovely deck that we congregate on, regardless of the weather).

I laughed, because I’d seen that isle in Toys R Us. I could only imagine how clustered it was.

“There were people everywhere. And they all were staring at me like I was an interloper. So I start trying to figure out what to buy. They make everything in this whole Blue’s Clues stuff.”

“Well, you found something she doesn’t have,” I told him.

“Good. Because, evidently I offended every toddler toy shopper when I was trying to pick something out.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sure you did.”

“Oh, I did. I called Blue a boy.”

“Oh no! Blue’s a girl,” I said, without thinking.

“I know that now. You would have thought I screamed that Santa wasn’t real or something, the way all these people stared at me,” my brother said.

I burst out laughing. “Well, brother-o-mine, don’t you know anything?”

“Evidently not a darn thing,” he said with a laugh. “And I’m quite content not knowing this stuff.”

The most entertaining part of this story, at least to me? He now has his own daughter, and let me tell you what, he knows every Disney Princess, every fairy in Pixie Hollow, and about every other show on the Disney channel.

And has corrected me a couple of times on the princesses.

What about you, have you ever had to buy a present for someone and not have a clue what to get them?

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