Aunt Norie’s sewing room
This thing of parents disciplining their children just keeps popping up. On too many minds and hearts. I promised not to use any names.
The story: “My nephew and his mom were at grandpa’s, playing with a small pile of rocks, neatly stacked under the edge of the porch as he worked on his project. The lad begins tossing the stones onto the porch, then onto the grass. I said, ‘No, no, don’t do that,’ when his mother said, ‘Oh we never use that word. We never tell them no.’”
Then grandpa enters the scene and very sternly said, “Wait just a minute. That word means business around here. Now you pick them all up and put them right back where they were.”
He sat them straight, and in a hurry, and he made instant believers of them.
I promised I would print this. Enough said. My thoughts, as always, go in a flash to the child’s future teachers.
Back to the sewing room.
Those handy little stain remover sticks do go dry all of a sudden, when I needed them so badly. So I tried spray-on stain remover using a Q-Tip. Guess what? It worked. I just thought I’d pass that one along.
Now is when you just cut those jeans off, you know the ones with the knees all worn out? Those favorite ones, they do make favorite shorts also.
Or better yet, let the kids, with supervision, cut them off, even fringing them. Cut them off just above that big hole in the knee, then with the shears cut slashes up into the leg of the jeans, cutting the slashes a half-inch wide or whatever you want. They’ll have fun and enjoy their creations, their new favorite shorts.
God bless. Hugs now.
— Aunt Norie, P.O. Box 265, Tonganoxie 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org.