Saturday, September 21, 2013

Shark pocket

About once a month, I make time for this great sewing class with free childcare. I get coffee on the way there, and sit and chat with friends while we work together on whatever the project of the day is.

Typically, it's something cute, and often, something girly. And Caleb was starting to feel a little slighted.

So I had promised him that in the next class, whatever the project was, I would make him something. When I found out we would be sewing pillows, I asked him if he had any special requests.

And he did.

"I want a blue pillow," he told me. "With a pocket on it."

A pocket?

"A shark pocket," he explained. "For my sharks."

Of course. Why didn't I think of that?

A few hours later, and his wish was granted, and his sharks were neatly contained. I have one happy four-year-old. I aim to please around here.

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