“What’s wrong?” “Nothing—” But his eyes are already on the bag. This time, he’s faster, and he grabs it from me before I can stop him. He pulls out the gift. Flips over the tag and glances up at me. “This is for me?” “Yeah but—” “From you?” My cheeks grow hot. “No, from baby Jesus himself,” I snap back. “It’s nothing though, just a stupid little—” “Why are you trying to hide it? Is it going to blow up when I open it?” I glare at him. “No, but I wish I’d thought of that.”
