This morning I came into the kitchen to find this scene at my kitchen table. This is the sewing machine that my daughter received for Christmas in 2007.Me: "Oh, my gosh, your father is teaching you how to sew? I feel like a horrible mother. What kind of a mother am I?"
Then I left to go get my camera so that I could record this for my blog.
When I returned Tom was gone and Madison was sitting by herself at the table with the sewing machine.
Me: "What? Where is your father? I wanted to take a picture."
Madison: "Oh, he's outside doing the laundry."
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