My kids, a.k.a. The Evil Monkeys, have taken to "helping" me when I'm working in the sewing room. You may recall from this post regarding my epic sewing space clean-up effort that I share my work space with everyone else in the family. So occasionally, despite my essential inclination to Not Play Well With Others, I have to keep The Evil Monkeys occupied.
They have decided it's ecstatically fun to "sew". This involves skewering scraps of fabric (and any miscellaneous buttons they can steal) to my pressing ham with large quantities of my good glass-head pins. You can see where this would be breathtakingly exciting.
That's why this morning when The Big One, a breathless TLo hovering behind her, handed me my pressing ham with a flourish and said, "Mom! We made this especially for you!" I wasn't completely surprised.
I'm a (relatively) good mom, so I played along.
"For me?!" I said brightly.
"Yes! Just for you!" confirmed The Big One. TLo was nodding vigorously behind her.
"Well, that's just beautiful! It's a...." I paused, searching for the correct assessment of their artistic genius. The Big One frowned scoldingly. Clearly I was missing the obvious.
"Mom! It's a rat. A dead rat." The Big One smiled in hopeful expectation. TLo clapped her hands in delight. I was struck (almost) speechless.
"A dead rat,” I said weakly. “Gee. Thanks."
I could hear The Husband laughing all the way on the other side of the house.