Step 2: Thread popcorn onto cotton. Have plenty plasters ready to wrap around little pricked fingers. And plenty moral integrity to deal with the whining when it starts. As it does. Air: "Mommy, you must help me!" Me: "Come on, I know you can do it!" Air: " I can't. you must help me." Me: "I am helping you by making you do it by yourself. I'm teaching you to manage on your own. One day I won't be around, and you'll have to do this by yourself!" (Don't mock. The need for threaded popcorn might be really big by the time I peg, who knows?) T: "Yes, you must learn how to do this so that you can show your children one day." Air: "But, I'm not going to have any children!" Me: Just breathe.
Step 4: The finished product. Wearable. And edible! Whoohoo!
1 comment:
Well done, I would've stopped at bracelets.
Threading popcorn may be a dying art, you thread on.
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