So yesterday about mid-day the office buzzes me that "Johnny's" parents left a gift at the front desk for Valentine's Day. I send Johnny to go get it, he brings it back and hands it to me. It's a Wal-mart bag with a little stuffed bear and a heart-shaped box of candies. I say "for me?" and he nods his head. "Aw, that's sweet, thank you". And we go on with our day. Well, I just got an e-mail from Johnny's mom saying that the present was actually for her son, not for me. Ooops! Luckily I didn't eat the candy or anything and can just return it, but that's a little embarrassing! Guess that's one less thank you for me to write. Kind of ironic, we just read the book Somebody Loves You Mr. Hatch with a similar mistaken delivery.