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So, the boy has been pestering me for weeks to give him a sewing lesson. Truth is, my machine was well used when I got it, which means sewing on it is a bit of a challenge. However, we attempted to do just that yesterday. In the process of whipping up his first project, a plastic bag dispenser for our kitchen, I happened to mention that when I get a new machine he could have this old beater of mine.

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Now, the boy is so smitten with the process that I had to kick him off the machine to go to his Tae Kwon Do class. We ended up putting the final touches on his project after dinner, and he hasn’t stopped talking about it since. (his blog will be updated Saturday with pictures.) Evidently, the first words out of his mouth this morning were, “Hey dad, you know when you buy mom a new machine she said I could have her old one!” I like how he assumed his dad would get me one.

And really… how clever am I? I mean, I could go out and get a job and buy one for myself. Or I could just let this kid drip drip drip on his dad to buy me a new machine. Guess which option I went with? (No, sweetie, that big sucking sound you hear is me. And the kid. And the house. And the dog.)