I used to store my grandmother’s presents in my closet, waiting for the moment when she said, “How can you behave so badly after that wonderful present I gave you?”
I would take the present down, still wrapped, and hand it to her.
She got the message after the second or third return. I don’t remember if she stopped giving me presents.
It was a tiny and temporary win. My family specialized into backhanded methods for expressing their displeasure