Elliot said today that when she is my age, or maybe just 5, she is going to marry Henry and sew all of his clothes. His jackets and pants and zippies and underwear, everything.
As a mother I cringed (on the inside). My children, married to each other, wearing awkward home-sewn clothes. Great.
But I'd hate to be the one to crush her dreams...so I just let it roll.
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