I recently was shopping for a belated birthday present for my five-year-old niece. I picked up a hooded sweatshirt and jeans and thought to myself, “Oh, no. I’m turning into one of those boring aunts who buys clothes and not something fun.” I comforted my ego with the fact that at least the clothes had sparkles and embroidery. I had no idea if they were the right size or if she would even like them. I kept the receipt just in case the gift totally bombed.
A few days later,
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