The year my brother and I got the Flagg for Christmas. My parents had it hidden in the family room and brought it out as the last gift. A couple days later my Mom had to take us out to spend our Christmas money due to the amount of cussing my Dad was spewing trying to put it all together. While we were at Target my Mom noticed I kept loading stuff into the shopping cart. When she tried to tell me I didn't have enough money for what I was buying, I opened my wallet(one of those velcro ones they used to give away at baseball games) and showed her I had way more than she thought. When she asked how I got it I told her her brothers kept handing me $5s and $10s all Christmas night just for telling them they were my favorite uncle-yes, you have to BUY that title in my family-and they were trying to best each other.
That Target has now been converted into a church, but everytime I drive past it I smile remembering that Christmas.