"I just saw the cutest little sewing machine at Joann's. It's was only about $40, and it's made by Singer. I think we should get it for the Big Ballerina for Christmas," I told BSD about two months ago.
"Why? She just uses yours," he replied.
"I know. And, I'm excited that she likes to sew, but she winds up jamming it, and I don't want her to ruin mine. This one is cute. I'm going to check out the reviews."
A quick Google search told me what I know already. If it sounds too good to be true, it usually is. The reviews all reported, "It's nothing more than a toy. The thread jams and it will frustrate a beginning sewer."
Since the backup plan is to have the Big Ballerina impress Michael Kors on Project Runway if she doesn't get a ticket to Vegas on So You Think You Can Dance, I decided to listen to BSD and gave up the cheap-sewing-machine-for-Christmas idea.
Fast forward to 10PM ON THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS EVE.
"So, BSD, what did you get today on your big shopping excursion?" I inquired.
"Just some stuff for the family. And, something for the Big Ballerina that you'll probably be mad at me about."
"Why? What did you get her?" I racked my brain trying to figure out what novel idea he could have come up with that we hadn't already thought of.
"I got her a sewing machine," he replied, his voice filled with paternal pride.
"WHAT? After that big discussion we had about two months ago? The one in which you told me to just let her use mine?"
"What are you talking about? We never talked about getting her a sewing machine."
"Yes, we did!" I exploded, smoke pouring out my ears. "OMG, don't you remember me telling you about the cute sewing machine I saw at Joann's? That it was cheap, but made by Singer, so it might be decent. Then, I told you the reviews all sucked so I decided to listen to you and not get it."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. Don't worry. It wasn't expensive," he tried.
"Oh God, where did you get it?"
"Joann's. It was only about $40."
"Nooooo!" I moaned, as he pulled it out of the bag. "You bought the same machine we decided was a piece of crap two months ago!"
"I don't know what you're talking about, but if you want to get her a different one, you better go out and get it for her or I'm giving her this one," he declared.
And with that, he walked out the door to go to work, cradling his Father-of-the-Year winning gift tenderly in his arms. Leaving me with the pleasure of wondering where the hell I'm going to find an inexpensive, DECENT sewing machine on Christmas Eve!