My parents have asked for our Christmas lists.
Two years ago, when my sister-in-law Kate was newly part of our family, my mom asked both my brother and Kate for Christmas lists. Kate was apparently reluctant to make one. So finally, after many requests by our mother, my brother brought over two lists. Kate's list included such items as a Jessica Simpson CD, and "yummy flavored lip gloss."
I managed to mostly restrain myself from judging her on her taste in music. I'm the last person who ought to judge anyone on that. I bought the requested CD and a very fun assortment of "yummy" lip glosses from Sephora.
Christmas morning, we were taking turns unwrapping presents. Kate loved the lip glosses. I was sitting next to her as she opened the CD. She looked a little, well, surprised. There was a flicker of something across her face that I read as, "I am so trying not to judge Lisa for giving this to me."
"Wow! Thanks, Lis."
"You're welcome. I had no idea you liked Jessica Simpson!
"But since she was on your Christmas list..."
"My Christmas list? I didn't make a list."
"Yes, you did. It's taped to the cupboard in the kitchen."
She said emphatically, "I didn't make a Christmas list."
"You didn't make...so you didn't ask for a Jessica Simpson CD?"
She turned to look at my brother. "I don't know, J. Did I ask for a Jessica Simpson CD?"
He looked sheepish. "What? You love her! She's amazing!"
He started enumerating with his fingers for emphasis. "She's smart, she's beautiful, she can sing..."
"So J, I guess you're also a big fan of 'yummy flavored lip gloss'?"