My first mistake was waiting, my second mistake was letting Mr. A know the price. He very sternly suggested we look elsewhere. Actually, I think he said, "No way in hell are we spending that much on a toy truck for a 4 year-old," but you know, semantics. After I exhausted all my truck leads and couldn't find it any cheaper, I lied to Toser (Mr. A made me do it) and told him they don't make that truck anymore and Santa would like to know what else he wants. Toser took 2 seconds to think about it and promptly asked if I thought Santa could bring him a yo-yo instead. After I wiped myself off the floor and tried to shove my proud heart back in my chest, I told him," Of course Santa can bring you a yo-yo!"
Well, the joke's on me because guess what. Yo-yo's are considered by most stores to be a "seasonal" item. What season is yo-yo season, you ask. Summer. Why? I have no flippin' clue. I can order one online for $3 but I will have to pay $6 shipping (against my principles to pay more for shipping than the item costs). I found a trick yo-yo at a local toy store but those are $14 and have special trick string or something. I found a Yo-Yo Ball at Target and a very cheap plastic yo-yo somewhere else (and bought 2 of each because now Tater is saying Santa is bringing him a yo-yo, too). And Mr. A doesn't understand why those won't work!
Why?! Because when your child asks for a yo-yo and you are determined to keep Christmas simple for him, you will kill yourself to get him the perfect, regular yo-yo he deserves, that's why! Oh the irony. sigh So in addition to driving all over town in my quest, I also called many places and finally found a yo-yo I think will work.
Tomorrow, I will go get him the Harrison Bros. embossed, wooden yo-yo. Christmas morning, he will see the yo-yo and ask where his truck is (Wissa and Mimi got it for him; hopefully Toser won't remember or care about my lie). I will learn my lesson the hard way and next year tell Mr. A he can have a say when he does all the shopping (or shove it. Again, semantics). I just keep telling myself at least all of this isn't over a hamster.