Little Boy Jack, in all of his inquisitive cuteness, had a mishap the other day. I didn't find the evidence until I was dropping him off at Grandma's house. In the middle of his nice play shirt, there it gaped--a neatly cut hole. Owen and Helen then informed me that Jack had been playing with Owen's school scissors. Who knew an almost 2 year old could use a dull child's scissors to such effectiveness?
I called on some dormant creativity to help me mend it. A rummage around the sewing room produced a leftover scrap of orange fleece and some perfectly matching embroidery thread.
Helen was concerned that I forgot the other eye.
Now Jack has a shirt to match his mischievous nature.