And She Doubts Me
Maddie was in hysterics the other day when she found a rip in her angel Halloween costume. There was wailing and gnashing of teeth. LOUD wailing and gnashing of teeth. I believe she said it could NEVER be fixed. NEVER. NEVER.
Enter moi.
Me: "Hunny, what's going on? Why are you so upset?"
First born: "My angel costume is RUINED. Look at this rip."
Me: "Oh, hunny. I can fix that. It's no big deal."
Enter moi.
Me: "Hunny, what's going on? Why are you so upset?"
First born: "My angel costume is RUINED. Look at this rip."
Me: "Oh, hunny. I can fix that. It's no big deal."
First born: "Since when can YOU sew? You can't fix that. ONLY GOBBIE CAN." {Gobbie is my mother.}
Me, silently inside this head of mine: "Oh watch out little punk. I can sew. You'll be eating your words by Halloween morn."
Me, the nice mother that I am, holding my tongue: "Oh, hunny. I promise I can fix it. Don't worry. You won't even know there was ever a rip in it when I'm done sewing." {At which point I began to sweat because I really wasn't too confident that I could make it so that the rip would not be noticeable.}
So tonight, I got out the needle and thread. Finally got the stupid thread through the tiny little hole. Did the knot thing at the end. Pricked my finger. And began 'sewing.' I use the term loosely.
And voila, looks great doesn't it! You can't even tell where the rip once stood. So there!
Me, silently inside this head of mine: "Oh watch out little punk. I can sew. You'll be eating your words by Halloween morn."
Me, the nice mother that I am, holding my tongue: "Oh, hunny. I promise I can fix it. Don't worry. You won't even know there was ever a rip in it when I'm done sewing." {At which point I began to sweat because I really wasn't too confident that I could make it so that the rip would not be noticeable.}
So tonight, I got out the needle and thread. Finally got the stupid thread through the tiny little hole. Did the knot thing at the end. Pricked my finger. And began 'sewing.' I use the term loosely.
And voila, looks great doesn't it! You can't even tell where the rip once stood. So there!
When she awakes in the morning, all will be well with the world. And I might just be one step closer to Gobbie's pedestal.