What's the worst present you got for your parents as a child?

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I was about 8 or 9 and my mother asked for something for the house as a Christmas present.

I hoofed it to Woolys after school, and proudly bought her a shiny new.........

......dustpan and brush

I remember my uncle practically pissing himself when my mum opened it on Christmas day.

Please tell me I'm not the only one.

Meant to start this in chat!

Was inspired by the pocket money thread! Have asked MN to move it.

I was about 9 and my dad who was and still is a twat, although they are thankfully divorced now.. convinced me to buy my mum a bacon container... So basically a tupperwear box.. She wasn't happy

My poor mother got a cheese grater from me as a Mother's Day gift (unbelievably at her request)! I remember my Dad driving me to the local shopping centre after I had taken the money out of my piggybank, I was very excited. My poor Irish Mammy, what a shit time the 70's were!

Oh lol at specialist bacon tupperware and cheese graters. We are kindred spirits!

A teatowel, sponsored by dad. She cried a bit I seem to remember.

Oven gloves. They were quite nice but what an earth was I thinking?

An apron for mum. Again suggested by dad.

My youngest gave me a set of plastic kitchen utensils for Christmas once. He'd won them on the tombola at the school fayre and thought I'd like them!

Admittedly I use them most days so they were a useful present

I don't remember buying my mum things like that. However I remember the old Oil of Ulay advert with the phrase "isn't that what every mother wants for Christmas" and my mum would always say "no I don't so don't get any ideas"

10 Berkley red and a pair of tights.

KerPlunk when I wanted Dizzy Bug!

They were right though - Dizzy Bug was rubbish when I finally got it.

oops I see I did it the wrong war around

No worries KikKat - this is the thread for getting it wrong!

10 Berkeley red is a stonker!

A lot of these are classic, stereotypical "slave to the home" pressies aren't they?

Is it just our poor mothers who suffered with this? What did our dads get?

Hopefully the next generation are a little more, well, with the times!

I'm still feeling a dustpan and brush is worse than a lot of these though. What could be worse, a pair of marigolds? A bog brush?

Not me, but my little brother. Some strawberry-scented bubble bath from M&S's St Michael's range, in the late 80s. The smell was toxic and has gone down in family legend. Mum heroically persisted with the bottle until the rest of us begged her to stop: you couldn't escape the stench anywhere in the house after she'd had a bath. Little bro insists, to this day, that it was delightful.

As a Mum myself, I have had as gifts: a vacuum cleaner , oven gloves, aprons, butter dish, a pressure cooker, olive oil bottle, set of mini jams(?) OMG, I could go on. I love cooking, but I'd much prefer to have a bottle of perfume, or SOMETHING ELSE EQUALLY LOVELY AND THOUGHTFUL - you idiots!!!

I did once buy my Mum a pastry-blending thing, though. She used to make a lot of pies, and really hated making pastry, so as a young girl I really did think she would like it, to help her out. Later on, I bought her gorgeous face creams and pretty scarves, beautiful gloves and jewellery, but as a child, because she was the home cook, I did buy her kitchen bits.

Maybe I have to bide my time to get the lovely perfumes (it has to be said, though, I'm running out of time)
Dear Family -Please buy me a gorgeous bottle of perfume or a beautiful silk scarf, before I bite the dust

FreiasBathTub - that made me laugh. DS went on a residential trip to the Isle of Arran years ago. All the children were taken into the Aromatics shop to buy their Mums some lovely bottles of bubble bath or body lotion. DS didn't like the smell, so I got a jar of tomato chutney instead, from the shop next door

Well at least a vacuum cleaner has some power attached to make life a little easier Evans.

I, on the other hand, was absolutely up for my mother to go around on her hands and needs after us all.

knees, obv.

A faux brass (plastic) ornament of horses chained together that I brought back from Brownie camp. Poor mum, she had it on display for years.

I bought my mum an ironing board cover - perhaps I thought she would think of me and be grateful every time she ironed!

On a school residential trip I bought my Mum a pen with her name on. It was a (very) different spelling of her name, oops.

In my defence (cheesegrater) my DM's birthday was close to Mother's Day so she got a lovely bar of lavender Yardley's soap on that day

My dilemma as a 8 year old was deciding which gift to present her with on which day

Any present to do with bacon sounds good to me dingle

I tried to buy my dm a new clothes lines from the co-op for Mother's Day. Dm had said we needed a new line, I spotted one in the co-op. Asked my df for the money. He just laughed.

I've never lived it down.

About 10 years ago I bought my dm and dsis a potato peeler from Tesco. I had bought myself one, and thought it was brilliant. And cheap. They both laughed at the time (it was an additional small Xmas pressie, not the main one!). Dsis told me a couple of weeks ago she had just lost hers, and it was the best peeler she'd had (which made me laugh)

My poor mum, she got lots of tea towels and kitchen stuff for Christmas and incredibly naff ornaments! I still have no idea what to buy her for Christmas and birthdays now as she has no hobbies or real interests but at least I don't buy her boring domestic stuff anymore!

I once bought my mother an A4 box file for Christmas (she was a teacher, and I'd formed the impression that she really, really liked putting pieces of A4 paper in piles - in retrospect, I realised she was just marking her students' homework)

ANYWAY we've moved this to Chat now at the OP's request

I remember setting up a whole big subterfuge operation to get my Great-Auntie Gladys to take me into town once so that I could buy my mum a salad spinner.