A Christmas story - or - Evidence #35 of why I'm a bad father.

My daughter keeps a stash of Pringles in her closet, so naturally, we all assumed she loved them. For Christmas, several of decided to get her Pringles themed gifts (e.g. Pringles shirt, socks, puzzles, odd flavors Pringles like ketchup or paprika) ... \1

After opening the 2nd gift she seemed upset. Pointing out the closet stash, we asked what was wrong - "you love Pringles, right?". Turns out she hates Pringles but kept the stash so as not to offend a friend that gave them to her.
Knowing she had several more crispy gifts to open we didn't know whether to laugh or cry as she opened each one.
She was a good sport about it, but I need to redeem myself next year.