I totally understand. I spent a few hours trying to figure out something cool for the kids in my life. I found the perfect fabric and sewed a stuffed fortune cookie for each child with googly eyes and a heart appliqued on the fortune. I was so proud of them until I delivered the first one to my neighbor, who's four. She opened the wrapping paper, threw the cookie on the floor, started sobbing that she "didn't want that", ran to her room and slammed the door. She spent the next five minutes crying, screaming, refusing to open her door, and refusing to talk to me. My girlfriend had to make up an excuse why we had to leave because she could tell I was starting to tear up. I cried the whole way home, and made sure I wasn't there when the other two kids opened theirs.