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Thanksgiving weekend was strange...but good in its own way. I was childless, as Brad was in town so I gave him the long weekend without interference. I had a lot of all adult time. The food was wonderful. My sister and I did all the cooking as my mother had another surgery last Monday (there was another small tumor they discovered). We did good. :P I did a lot of shopping with my parents on Friday and Saturday and feel good about my purchases. This is a difficult shopping year for me. My status as a DIL and all that entails makes it confusing. Anyway, it was pretty good regardless. I enjoyed my adult time.

A few minutes ago....
Me: It's awfully quiet. I'm scared. What are you doing?
Zoe: I'm sewing up Poochie
Me: Doing what? To whom?
Zoe: Poochie got a hole while we were wrestling. I'm fixing him. (She holds up a stuffed animal that looks like a small Westie)
Me: How?
Zoe: With the STITCHING SKILLS Grandma Margaret taught me.
Me: Huh? What are you using?
Zoe: Needle and thread from your sewing kit.

Okay, first, I did not know she knew what a "sewing kit" was as I've probably only sewn something in her presence two or three times in her life. Second, I've never seen her with a needle and thread in her hand. But she did a darn good job of "fixing Poochie". So...yeah. Whatever. She can "stitch". I'm less concerned about her grammar, frankly, as mine ain't much better.