I believe I was looking to see how much I should charge for the kilts I was making, a hobby that has fallen by the wayside as my son learned to walk and destroy things instead of happily gurgling on his blanket while I sewed and sang him songs.
Now I'm lucky if I look at the sewing machine and it's not in a pile of shiny pieces while he toddles away with the screwdriver and a manic giggle.
Must... teach... son... to sew.... it's the only logical solution!
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