Well alright, it's always unreasonable to complain about presents. I know.
But c'mon.
The poor child has never expressed any particular duck fetish, and between them they have now bought her 11 soft toy ducks. Three are not much smaller than her. 4 are duplicates (because they forget they've already bought her that particular duck).
It's her second birthday soon. A parcel arrives. The box is a meter square. I open it up for a sneak peak late last night and guess what it is?
Oh yes.
Because every family needs a fricken meter high stuffed duck.
Oh well, at least we have an enormous mansion to keep it in... oh no wait, we live in a small semi.
Oh well, at least there aren't lots of other useful things they could have spent the money on... oh no wait...