Lizzie wears blue shirts to school.
Next year she wears white ones.
So although she's been wearing the blue ones for four years and they're all faded and worn and the collars are coming off I refuse to buy new ones for two months of wear.
So we've had to start taking buttons off ripped ones and putting them on the better ones. So this morning I yelled out to her.
Get me the shirt – she brings me the shirt
And get me the button – she brings me the button
And get me the scissors – she doesn't bring me the scissors.
She yells back
Why do I have to get everything
Because you're the one who needs the shirt
Well you're the one with the sewing kit, there must be scissors in that.
Well lets take a look at the sewing kit
Here I'll tip it out – nope, no scissors
As you can see I can only sew you something in white, orange or brown. I can measure you, I can glitter you and I can keep you safe from mosquitos. And I'm sure that bit of blue wool will come in handy for something.