My little punk brother was a bit of a nerd growing up. He was/is super incredibly smart. He's one of those people who speaks to you and all you can do is nod your head and try to look like you know what they're saying even though you don't have a clue. Lots of times, I tell him to dumb things down so I can understand him.
Anyway, when he was young he wanted a particular toy for Christmas. He wanted a Dataman which was a 1970s version of a handheld game. All we heard about for months was Dataman this and Dataman that. Of course, our folks got him a Dataman which Mom wrapped and placed under the Christmas tree for safe keeping. Because punklet knew he was superior to any of the minds in our household, he decided to be sneaky and peek inside his presents to find out if he got the coveted Dataman.
Even though he had been warned not to peek, I guess he thought he was such a

Everyone knew that he had cheated but he thought he had gotten away with it. Until he got shorty socks that is. Mom let him stew over the shorty socks for another couple of hours before she gave him the Dataman. Everyone had a good laugh at his expense. In fact we still kid him about it. All anyone has to do is say "Dataman" out loud and he'll cringe. But you know what? He never cheated again.
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