DCB comes in today whispering insistantly to his mother, "SHE isss....she IS magic. She can do IT! I know she can." Mama tries to shush DCB saying they will go to the store this weekend. I asked, "what's up bud?" to DCB. He turns to me and says, "I'm tellin mama that you're magic and you CAN make me a pilot (prounced PIE-LOT) costume. You bring home favric from the favric store in a bag and take it downstairs. Then when the favric comes back its stuff. I tolds her you have magic playroom curtains and magic pirate and cowboy costumes but she doesn't believe me. I don't know hows you do it but I knows you're magic."
The magic is my sewing machines in the basement which he hasn't seen in about a year since I switched things around so I guess he's forgotten the source of my powers. lol I told him I'd make him a pilot costume this weekend.
How can I resist after that endorsement???