I let a whole year go by without sewing any new patches on Justin's Cub Scout uniform. Now Leo's a Cub Scout therefore doubling my opportunity to be unprepared. I had to suck it up and get both of their uniforms up to date. I arranged for my seamstress (yes, I have a seamstress "on staff") to get all of the various little patches in their correct locations.
Enter: Jeremy. Ten minutes before the first Pack meeting of the year Jeremy said some very unexpected words.
"Do we have a needle? I think I can sew."
Yes we have a needle and a tiny sewing kit that I'm pretty sure I got about 10 years ago in some sort of goodie bag at a social work conference. I've used it approximately three times. Ok, twice. Ok, I don't remember if I've ever used it except the few times that I got the miniature scissors out to open the blueberry muffin dry mix bag for breakfast. Or cookie dough. I probably used it to open a bag of chocolate chips. It sure was hell wasn't for sewing.
Anywho, in his typical "let's not spend any money" mantra, Jeremy wants to sew all of the patches on himself. In my typical "can't we just pay someone to do this" way of living, I insist on using the handy-dandy seamstress (shout out to Heather!).
So I directed him to the sewing kit. If it can even be called a sewing kit. It's like three of the tiniest spools of thread you have ever seen, one needle, and the aforementioned scissors designed for use on the set of The Littles.
Sooooooo, he sews. Here he is making his first attempt at threading a needle. Followed by "son of a....."