Enter April. Her mother is very much like me in that we LOVE to wrap presents so that they’re difficult to open. When she was describing her woes to me, I asked “Did you use a knife?” “*silence*” Then we went on a tangent about how she hated that I used to be able to come in and just do something so simple like that when she’d be trying for hours. It’s ok, she’s done the same to me, too.