Happy Birthday!!
Small nitpick: that’s no butterfly. It’s a Luna Moth.
I have to step in to defend faithfool’s honor here.
Found by typing define: toboggan in Google:
It’s regional slang, though. Not an accepted definition of the word. You won’t find it in a published dictionary.
One year for Mother’s Day I packaged up several small items instead of one big one. Things like a bookmark, some pig shaped bath beads (my mother collects pigs), bath mitts, bath scrubbers, and such. One of the items was one of those gifts that charities send out, hoping to guilt you into giving a donation. I had no use for a little book of spiritual thoughts, but apparently my mother loves them. I paid for everything else, but the thing she really loved was a regifted freebie. ::shrug::
My SiL-the-doc is your aunt?
OK, OK, let’s verify that: does she just regift your stuff from pharma reps as if it was at the same level as the computer game that your brother got you, or does she also expect you to spend a minimum of €100/$150/equivalentamountsinothercoins on anything for her?
We had to break her out of that… distributing little notebooks in strange shapes, ok, but dangit don’t call it a gift.
People find pharmaceutical handouts valuable? They pay money for them on eBay? Aren’t you always finding those lying around? OK, I concede that my roommate works at a hospital and is a bit of a pen kleptomaniac, but there’s a pen advertising Requip at my workplace, sitting on a cash register! And believe you me, if anyone I worked with were a medical professional, they wouldn’t be working there.
That’s OK. You put some thought into the gift. I’d have tossed in the freebie, too, since you knew she’d get a kick out of it. A throwaway calendar with a drug company’s logo and a pen that no one wants to write with are worse than no gift at all. A person who gives what amounts to garbage in order to save face at gift-giving time seems to me to be more concerned with appearances than with the birthday girl. A 75-cent card with warm wishes for the recipient would have been the route to go.
I also would have “oooh’d” and “aaaah’d” upon opening it. You don’t want to make the person feel worse than they already do.
Why would you call an item of winter garb the same thing as an item of winter sports conveyance? What’s next, calling mitts ‘skates’? Your coat ‘skis’? 
Or is it that someone wearing a hat went butt-over-tea kettle off a toboggan into a snowbank and both toboggan and hat ended up in snowbank. Person asks for sled, gets hat?
Why are you asking me? I’ve never liked that usage of the word.
It’s because they’re pronounced differently (at least where I grew up):
“tuh-boggan”: The thing you use to ride down a snowy hill; noted for its solid construction, unlike ‘traditional’ cardboard conveyances.
“TOE-boggan”: The thing you wear on your head when it’s cold outside.
I grew up in North Carolina and I have NEVER heard “toe-boggan”.
Duplin County? (For what it’s worth, I haven’t heard that pronunciation since I moved to Raleigh.)
Well fine then. 
I’ll just boycott their product now that I know they’ve dissed my favorite symbol. And thanks.
Also, I must show my gratitude for my KiSA (knight in shining armor) for defending my honor. I just knew you’d come galloping up to rescue me.
[ ::: swoon ::: ]
Lynn, as Nava said, that’s completely different. I have no problem with someone throwing in additional freebies or even re-gifting. However, the best light I can view my aunt in is that she at least remembered, got them home and to me, picked out several and wrapped it all up. But please be assured that no matter what, it truly was the thought that counted and I’m only recounting it here for the humor value. A furthermore to Nava; I doubt she was aiming at equivalency with anyone else nor does she expect anything at all in return. However, I do reciprocate anyway and certainly this year I spent more. 
I know fetus. Who could’ve possibly known that this phenomenon was out there? I must speak to the better half about scouring the hospital for throw away items.
And as Kalhoun surmised, even some dollar store finds would’ve been more than ample. Hell, I’d’ve taken a hand-drawn card and some homemade dessert. Yum… fudge. 
I truly didn’t mean to cause squabbling or anything over what those silly hats are called. I’m just glad to know that what I’d heard wasn’t completely outta left field and that it’s more identifiable to call them something else. Thanks to y’all, I’ve learned new stuff for the last couple of days.
Mostly Iredell County, but also Gaston and Guilford.