Like many people, I have the best g'kids in the world. They think like no other kid... they act like no other kid and they are definately the brightest, most clever, best looking got a comet by it's tail kids. Just like yours, I bet.
Nah, mine are special.
I've written about Mo before; from Gnomes to Roadkill, the kid's a hoot. This weekend he took advantage of the fact that his mum, my dear (really) DIL ambushed me with the dog jacket project. Once I finally finished I popped off to get a cuppa my favorite beverage of choice, well earned too. As I re-entered my dining room, sometimes sewing room, I caught Mo pulling some wadded up black whatsit from his pack and sidle up to my machine.
Me:Whatcha doing?
Mo:Nuffin.... much...
Me:Show me your "nuffin" kiddo.
Seems the kid has taken a page out of his mother's play book. His "nuffin much", was his favorite pair of sweatpants, now too short to wear outside but "really suited to nightwear" (Mo's words not mine. Where does he hear this stuff?).
Me:What's the problem, Mo?
Mo:G'ma... they're all blown out in the back and mom won't let me wear them 'cause my shorts show and sometimes she doesn't want my shorts showing. (Eight year old boy... any mom knows why his mom prefers the backside of his undershorts covered.)
Me:And?
Mo:I'm gonna fix um good.
Me:Really?
Mo:Yeah, I'm a man and that's a machine, how hard can it be?
Brave boy, thinking g'ma is going to let him touch her machine.
However....
Together we did the job. He ran the pedal and I handled the cloth.
Afterwards I asked him how he liked the sewing. He laughed...
Mo:Sewin's for g'mas;
if you get yourself a bigger motor that machine could go rrrrreally fast.
I'd push your pedal all day for you, then.
Scamp......
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