He is lightning fast these days and eager to show off to the older kids.
When there was a pause in the action, he spotted me in the rocking chair on the front porch, my hands whipping thread through the wounded wing of his favorite stuffed dragon.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Of course. He's your dragon."
He sat down and gently pinched the needle between his thumb and forefinger, then began stitching per my instructions.
In a few brief moments, the stitches were done, I tied off the threads and he was on his way, having successfully repaired a beloved friend.
And that, I thought as he hopped back over to his scooter, is a renaissance man in the making.
I love this story! Rob is pretty handy with a needle...little C reminded me of how much I love that little bit.
ReplyDeleteso cute! i love his do everything attitude! and you can do everything in a bike helmet!
ReplyDeleteYahoo for the renaissance man in the works! :)
ReplyDeleteA few weeks ago I walked into my bedroom and found Chris sitting in the middle of the bed mending the pom-poms that had fallen off Penelope's pink, fuzzy hat, and it made me utterly, ridiculously, out-of-all-bounds happy. Nothing beats a Renaissance Man!
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