To fill the gap in my story, Oliver was sitting quietly cutting paper with his scissors while I was 3 feet away from him trying to secure our summer accommodations for Austin Texas. I suppose I should have been paying a little closer attention. 3 or 4 minutes later I looked over, and Ollie's BELOVED blue blankie that is the closest thing to another sibling to Oliver (or even his own child) has a giant shredded hole in it!! This once plush piece of comfort for my son now has a hole the size of Texas in it! I can fit both of my hands through the hole! I showed Oliver and said "what are we to do?? Your blankie is broken! It has a GIANT hole in it!!" His response was "Oh man!! I thought I just cut a little hole in it, not a giant one!" He went on to tell me "you can pin it though Mamma." He did not seem terribly concerned that his blanket had just suffered multiple stab wounds, and was now in critical condition. He also was not affected by the fact that his conjoined twin was now in the hands of someone totally inexperienced in the field of blankie re-construction.
As the blankie lie lifeless in my hands, I thread my machine and took a deep breath. I think I was more affected by this tragic accident than Oliver, but I believe he was still in a state of shock at this point. After 5 long mins under the needle, the blankie emerged with a new lease on life. Seriously scarred, the blue blanket will recover to full capacity. Oliver's blanket was able to acquire a life long restraining order against "Dexter the Doggy" scissors.
The moral of the story is : just because they are quiet, doesn't mean they are being good!
3 comments:
Maybe those Dexter the Doggie scissors were a mistake! At least it wasn't his or Emma's hair! bg
I know! That would have been truly tragic. Scissors are only allowed at the table now.
Hahahaha, I am in the middle of writing a blog about how I need sewing lessons from you! This is the exact reason why ;)
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