Awww. You all are way too nice with you stitchy compliments. You make a girl blush. Thank you.
So. My daughter and I have been trading emails lately because she has an idea of what she wants for Christmas and wants to make sure I know what it is, because it appears that my gift giving skills have been sub-par lately. She doesn't want to run the risk of me running out and buying something similar to last year's gift.
Daughter: Hey Mom, I think I know what I want for Christmas (or birthday - whatever).
Me: Oh really, well I've already bought your gift.
Daughter: Ohhhhh. Okay.
Me: You're gonna love it. It's great.
Christmas morning 2010:
Daughter: You got me... windshield wipers?
Me: Yeah! Aren't they the best?
Personally, I think new windshield wipers are the perfect Christmas gift. You never think to buy them until it's pouring rain and you can't see. Or till they get caked with ice and then you're driving down the road and they fly off your car. It's one of those little things that only your mother would remember. Like warm socks. But for your car's windshield.
Well anyway, so here comes Christmas 2011 and she sends me this email of the thing she wants and makes no bones about telling me that her 2010 windshield wipers are in fine shape and she doesn't need anymore, thank-you-very-much.
Ahem. These kids don't know from dumb gifts. My parents gave me a vanity suitcase full of deodorant one year. And it had an electric razor inside, too. I was twelve. Evidently I was one smelly and hairy prepubescent girl. That was a sucky gift. It was sub-sub-par.
What was your most memorable sub-par gift as a kid? Or as a young adult. Write about it. Because I want to go read your blogs and then buy every one of those gifts for my children.
They're going to wish they had windshield wipers when I'm through with my shopping this year.