Good gift, bad gift

I probably won't receive any more gifts after posting this, but I'm willing to take the risk. Here's why: I have in my possession a spectacular wooden alien mobile complete with dangling martians, planets, stars and a rocket ship. There's enough reason to have a child right there. Although, let's be honest, one doesn't really need a child for such a thing.

I'll notch this one down in the old accounts as a "good gift". This is clearly an object that will outlast the child and make a fine home in my future corner office.

Now, let's move on to the other side of the coin. What can one say about receiving a baseball cap of a most despised team? This is clearly dangerous territory. I don't live in a country where baseball is understood or remotely cared for. Therefore I do not have easy access to black and orange caps and t-shirts depicting a most friendly bird native to Murrahlin' (I have never come around to that atrociously named club representing Chocolate City). In other words, I'm easy prey. And I have a dreaded feeling that more objects depicting this dreaded franchise will arrive on my doorstep. Frightening to imagine.