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I'm quizzing you

I love this picture because it is so Christmas-morning-ish. At least what I think of Christmas morning anyway...

So here's the quiz. Look at the picture and find these five things:

1- Some wrapping that doesn't belong.

2- A vintage toy that goes well with army men.

3- An opened gift that no kid really gets excited about.

4- Something to wipe your butt with (and don't say wrapping paper.....eeeew.)

5- The letter 'G'.


Leave a comment with your answers. The first person to get them all correct wins a prize!!!!

Of course I'm not sure what the prize is going to be......maybe a long distance high five......or I'll design you a free blog button or header......or maybe a gift certificate to Green Jello with Carrots......or I'll just send you a great big taco with lots of extra cheese?

Comments

Jen said…
1. b-day gift bag
2. linkin logs
3. socks!
4. cottonelle
5. on the big bean bag and on the linkin logs container.
Heather said…
Well, Jenn already left my answers. So there ya go. ;)
melissabastow said…
So close Jen....but you're not quite reading my mind, so there's one you didn't get. (I know, these rules are totally stupid. Mind reading shouldn't be involved. Blah blah blah.)
Barbaloot said…
Well, I'm guessing you think the answer to #3 is socks---but I love new socks!
I'm guessing the thing she missed is the letter G. I can't find it or anything but I think I should get points for finding the deficiencies of others. Or, er...

Do I get extra points for knowing that you got Monkey (or whoever that is in the front there)'s pjs at Costco?
Rhonda said…
1. pink wrapping paper
2. Lincoln Logs
3. Socks
4. Wipes on the couch next to Lincoln Logs
5. Big G on bean bag!

I'll take my taco, extra cheese please. lol
Rhonda said…
I'd like to change my #4 answer to TP...over by the chair on the green bin. I think? lol I'll wipe my butt with anything so who cares.
melissabastow said…
RhondaLue, you are SOOOOOO close. But sorry....no taco.
Rhonda said…
ok I change #1 to the bday gift bag. Spot on yet? lol

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