My wife grew up in a family where it is totally acceptable, when receiving a gift that you don’t like, to immediately admit that A) you don’t like it and B) you will probably take it back.

I grew up in a family where the slightest indication that you didn’t like what you just opened would crush the soul of the gift-giver. To this day, I would rather just suck it up and wear the oversized, faded green Duck Head mock turtleneck than tell my aunt I don’t wear that stuff…anymore.

I’m sure you can imagine the awkwardness that ensues in my family when I give Amy something she doesn’t like. I’m still recovering from those earrings I gave her two Christmases ago.