It's just a pullover

Before Christmas I bought Dad a long-sleeved pullover, which for one reason or another, had not yet been sent, so this morning I went off to the post office to remedy the situation. A long-sleeved pullover may not sound particularly newsworthy, but for someone who has worn short sleeved shirts and sleeveless pullovers for a lifetime, it is. When I came back home, I rang Dad to tell him I had posted the parcel and he should be getting it tomorrow.
"Oh, has it got sleeves?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
"But I don't wear sleeves. .. I'd better keep it for best."
"No, it's for the cold weather and we did discuss this before Christmas..."
He laughed. "Well, you discussed it and I listened," he said. "I thought I'd better not argue."
"But you did say you would wear it," I said. "I wouldn't have bought it if you hadn't said you would wear it."
"Oh well," he said, "I'm sure it will be all-right."
A success then! Hopefully...