When Max didn't like a gift and I didn't take it personally

I've been hoarding holiday gifts for Max for a while now. They have a theme: stuff imprinted with the words "Los Angeles," the city where he'd love to live. Last evening, the first night of Chanukah, I couldn't wait to break out his first present, a water bottle.

Perhaps I was too cocky—"Max! I know you're going to like this!"—because when I pulled the bottle out of the bag for him, he gave it A Look.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing to the writing.

"It says Los Angeles," I explained.

"No it doesn't," he noted.

"Yes, it does, that's script writing," I explained.

"I don't like script!" Max said.

What?!

"But Max, it says Los Angeles," I insisted.

"No thank you!" he told me.

At this point, my choices were: Wonder where I'd gone wrong with Max that he could be so ungrateful (although at least he was polite about it!) or accept that Max sometimes has a fixed mindset about how things should and shouldn't be and let it go. It tends to take him a while to come around to new ideas and concepts, and script evidently wasn't something he'd considered before.