Yesterday difficult child's bus driver came to the door to give me a Christmas present. She said that it was for difficult child and that she had to wait until christmas to open it. Hmmm, ok a little odd, we never had that happen before. Then I look at the unwrapped box. It's an industrial size box of candy canes. 240 candy canes to be exact. I peeked hoping it was being reused as a box. Nope, candy canes!! My entire family couldn't eat that much candy in a whole year. What's up with that? Does she hate me?? I don't get it, not at all.