Frumpy Middle-aged Mom: The Iron Age at our house has ended

So, my son says to me one day recently, “Mom, can we get an iron?”
After I got over the shock of Mr. Always Rumpled presumably wanting to iron some clothes (unless he wanted to trick me into ironing them), I told him, “We already have an iron. It’s in the cupboard over the washing machine.”
He looked at me skeptically, as if I’d told him there was a pot of gold under the rainbow. “Are you sure? I’ve never seen it there.”
Now, I seriously doub