Tyler asked me to sew a T-shirt for his friend Snow Bear. You see, Snow lives in the North Pole so he can’t possible go about clothesless, because apparently his double coats of fur aren’t thermal insulated enough that he must immediately require a layer of 100% cotton. Hmmmm… Son, you know this doesn’t mean diddly-squat if he’s in the Artic right, assuming he needs it all?
We went digging at once, and found a pair of Tyler’s old pajama pants that like any other pants of his, has a huge ripe on the knee. And usually I would patch it up, because other than the hole, the rest of it looks new. But, this particular pair was beyond repair; not only is the opening the size of a black hole, the surrounding area is scuffed, scratched, faded, thinned and starting to run. It’s the sight of a hungry beast attack; this was the work of an obviously picky eater who’s only desire is the patella. Does this ever happen to your children’s pants, especially with the boys’? Shortly after possessing them (usually after the third time) there appears to be a visible sign of distress in the knee, with Tyler it’s always, ONLY on the right side. I can’t help but think that my son must have one gimped knee cap that sticks out and gets into all sorts of trouble.
Since Tyler still has the top for that pajama I decide to recycle the bottom part and make the two friends matching shirts.