For the record, Aaron has been warned. My mom told him I had a sixth sense about presents. Yes, I was the child that snooped for my presents around Christmas. My sister and I even had our own version of The Twelve Days of Christmas where each of the twelve days before Christmas we got to ask each other a question about the presents we were exchanging. Now I love the anticipation before the day arrives and trying to guess what my gift is, but if I find out before, it's somewhat of a let down because my anticipation for the surprise has been killed. As an adult I no longer snoop (although Aaron might argue), but I have developed a sort of sixth sense for knowing what I'm getting. For Christmas this year, Aaron and I went shopping together for our presents so we knew what we had gotten each other. The week before he became somewhat secretive and I became suspicious, but knew better than to pry. I woke up one morning and announced I was cleaning the basement. He asked if I was goin...