DH told me MIL was asking what he wanted for Christmas. Obviously this was a good opportunity to avoid the dreaded gardening gloves (last year) or road atlas (year before) so I stupidly said "Why not an iTunes voucher?"
"But I don't have an iPod, says DH, bemusedly.
CLUNK
(That was the sound of the penny dropping.)
I blushed to the roots of my hair, stammered something random and changed the subject. I don't think he was fooled.
And to think last year, I managed to keep a whole entire surfboard hidden for three weeks. Until DD3 came into the room on Christmas morning and loudly enquired why there was an ironing board behind the sofa.