Dr J To Surgery, STAT!

J brought me her favorite pj bottoms this evening, proclaiming "They need surgery, STAT." Which brought out this from R: "You know how to sew. Fix them yourself. Ma's busy." I swear, they get this from their father. The very same man who will sit complaining loudly about the hunger pains rather than fix his own PB&J. The bickering about the pjs went on for a few seconds, evidently because they thought I would just drop everything and DO.IT.NOW. So not happening, dudettes. I'll slide up the machine in a minute or two (3 hours AFTER being asked), use blue thread instead of the required white because I am too lazy to re-thread Athena and then I will haphazardly stitch said bottoms back to some form of wearability. Never forgetting that J is an award-winning sewist in her own right, she can pin and sew a simple seam easily, that they are HER pants. Also, never forgetting that it is a mother's job to mend things.

Just don't ask me to fix your tennis shoes....