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.

10 Cadburys roses, guess where the rest of the box went!

Aged 41 (last week) I got my mum a lovely rice maker. A small one with steamer that could stay out on her top. My sister did warn me. It was never even opened as my mum has 'a special bowl just the right size' that she makes her rice in in the microwave and that was that.

I might get her roll of selloptape for Christmas, or a half eaten bar of Cadburys.

A bar of channel soap when I was 16 - she was so appalled with how pointless it was that she gave it back! I hate buying presents for my mum - I'd rather just sign her a cheque.

mine wasn't so much shite prezzys, more that when dad was back from exercise I used to make them both breakfast in bed...sounds lovely right?......I woke up dead early, like 6/7 ish and would start making it then....cereal with milk on (mum loathes milk) toast, cheese and onion crisps and an orange cut into quarters mmmm tasty! oh, I forgot to mention the PINT of red wine they would be given each as well! so after about an hour or two of my beautiful breakfast sitting and getting cold and soggy, I would stomp up the stairs with it and inform two very sleepy parents (nine times out of ten it had been the mess ball the night before, so they were pretty hung over as well...) it was breakfast, to delighted exclaims of "mmmmm, this cereal is lovely and soft..." and "ooohhh, a pint of red wine, how thirst quenching...."

and then there were the times grandma and granddad came to visit us in Cyprus for Christmas, where they would be bundled into our car (wearing matching neon tracksuits, bum bags and sporting very northern accents...think the likes of "eeeee grand this love" or "eee cock, look at them trees") and met by a small me who would very excitedly say "grandma guess what weve got you for Christmas! a bag and its real leather and granddad! you've got a belt, didn't cost as much but it smells nice...." without fail.....every year......

I knew my dad liked Stilton cheese. I hated it so I had no idea how much or how little I should get.

So I saved my pocket money for weeks. £15 worth of Stilton cheese. Back in the 80s, that was a hell of a lot - he took almost as long to eat it as I did to save up for it

Not strictly a parent one, but my little sister was so much younger than me, it did seem like I was her 2nd mum sometimes.
When she was about 4, she bought me a hideous plastic makeup box from a jumble sale for 2p (I don't wear makeup).

I then got it every birthday and Christmas for a good couple of years, all neatly wrapped up.
I remember my mum once hissing "It's that bloody makeup box again - look surprised when you open it!!"