Bourke, bring some of that stuff to your local hospital. The nurses especially love chocolate. I brought candy to the nurses who recently helped deliver my daughter, and it was gone in under two minutes. :-)
My own personal "give it back" gift: wooden train tracks. Good lord, who thought this was a good gift for a two year-old? Yes, he loves it. He plays with it constantly. We have to set it up five times a day. But you should hear the frustrated shrieking it causes! The trains fall off the tracks, the bridges are balanced precariously and are jarred every time a train goes over them, and one of the stupid engines gets stuck in the tunnel every single time (my son is smart, but he just doesn't GET it that Toby is too big to fit). I'd love to lose these damned tracks until he's more coordinated. I've considered nailing or gluing them to a board, but half the fun is being able to change the pattern.
Thank God nobody gave him a singing fish. He insists on playing with them every time we go to Walmart.
Oh, while we're at it, I'd like to trade anyone for two really obnoxious Blues Clues toys. One is not too bad as it is a sort of electronic twenty-questions game, but the cats are constantly walking over it in the middle of the night. They are amazingly good at solving the mystery; we often bolt upright at 3am when Steve yells out, "You did great! Let's play again!" The other toy is a plastic refrigerator. You press various food items inside and Mr. Salt shouts in a fake french accent, "Yum, zee broccoli! Zee carrots! Yum, zee eggs!"