The Big Box

Yeah, so ok, yesterday after we got back from the haircut place and lunch there was this mysterious package outside our door. A big package. And my brother and I walk up to the door waiting for my mom to catch up and open the door, for she has the key. And we are walking up there, planning on looking at it, expecting it to be some vintage toy car thing for my dad from eBay. And my mom from behind yells at us "DON'T LOOK AT IT!" And we both stopped dead in our tracks. Both thinking the same thought, Whoa, it's a present, let's try to get a peek. And we look at eachother and smile. By the time my mom catches up she looks at the box, and goes, "oh you can't tell what it is." And we look at it, trying to see what website it came from, so maybe we'll recognize it, or from what catalog. No luck, just an item number, a bar code, and my mom's name, and then a whole bunch of pointless squiggles that probably mean something. Thoroughly bummed, I look at my mom, and goes, whose it for? And she gives me that smile that says ohhh, I'm going to be difficult with you because I can, and says "Oh, I don't know."
And then when we get in the house my brother sets it down and then runs to the living room to turn on the TV, which he always does. And then my mom goes out to the end of the hallway and sets up her jacket, and scarf, and boots and all that. Then she walks toward my brother and apparently tells him what's in the box. He goes AHA, and turns around and smiles at me, like yes! I know more than you for once, and I will guard this secret with my LIFE. No matter HOW hard you try, I won't tell you! And then my mom says in one of those whispers where the person is really supposed to hear what they're saying, but they want to make it look like they don't, and she says, "but don't tell her."
Now I think they did this so that they can mess with me, so I'll be so curious about it that I'll just have to beg and plead and get on my knees and tell them that I absolutely NEED to know. So I plan on doing that EXACT thing. Because it's a big box, going to be someone's present, obviously not my mom's. She might have decieved my brother too, by feeding him some kind of lie, so he's still in. It could be for my dad or my brother. Probably my dad, what is she getting him?
I'm getting to the bottom of this.
"sooooo, mom." I ask casually sitting on the floor of our living room this afternoon while she wraps some other presents for our relatives in Saginaw. "What IS in the big box?"
"Oh, well I just can't tell you that."
"Why not?"
"Oh, because."
"Because, why?"
"Because I said so."
Oh . . . . . . . *a few minutes later*
"Whose it GOING too? At least tell me that."
"No, I don't think I will."
"Well, why NOT?"
"Because what could you possibly gain from knowing who the recipient was?"
. . . . .
"Exactly as I thought. Nothing."
"But Mom, you told NOAH. Don't I get in on the secret?"
"No I don't think so."
"Well, if you can't tell me who it goes too, then can you tell me what's IN it?"
"No."
"But Mommmm, you told NOAH. Is it HIS? If it is, you should tell me, I'm a good secret keeper."
"How do you know I didn't just tell Noah a fib, that maybe I threw him off course, and maybe it's his?"
"Then you should tell me."
"Then again, maybe it isn't his."
"So, you told him something fake that was in the box because the thing in the box is his?"
"Maybe."
"Dude."
"Ette." (as in dudette, because when I call her dude, she finds it amuzing to put ette at the end, she still does even though I told her that a dudette is a hair on an elephants butt.)
I reach over and get the HUGE box and put it on some wrapping paper so we can wrap it up.
"Is it for dad?"
"Possibly."
I couldn't really get a straight answer from her, it was very frustrating.
"I see, what could possibly be in that box that is that big for Dad?"
"I can't tell you."
Ugh.
"Does Dad know what's inside the big box? For real?"
"Yep."
Wait so . . . .that would mean one thing.
"Noah doesn't?"
"Oh he might."
We finish wrapping the present and she puts the bow on it, and starts writing down who it's for but won't let me see it.
"So is it for you? Do YOU even know what's in this box?"
"IT'S FOR YOU, DELANEY MILLER. SHEESH."

So that means that I still don't know what's in the huge mysterious package that showed up yesterday afternoon, and I just helped my mom wrap a present that's meant for me.
Delaney