The Post about shirts

Madeline finished sewing her shirt!  I am so proud of her (and of me because sewing is so stressful for me)!  It looks great and she really likes it.  The next project is a pencil skirt.  We found some really beautiful fabric and are anxious to get going on it.

On another shirt-related note, When I walked into Wyatt's class at school yesterday, the first thing I noticed was that when he looked at me, he looked shocked, then guilty.  While my brain was puzzling over the strange look, I suddenly noticed that he looked like a homeless person.  He was wearing a dingy, old, ratty white t-shirt with a small hole in the back.  I couldn't believe I had let him walk out the door that morning dressed that way.  As I was berating myself for my horrible mothering, I realized I hadn't let him go school like that!  I remembered him coming out in the shirt, and me sending him back to change and explaining why he couldn't wear it, ever again.  I mentally reviewed the scene.  Sure enough, he had come back in an acceptable striped shirt.  I marched out to the coatroom and opened his backpack.  Yes, there in the bottom was the wadded-up striped shirt.  Now the shock and guilt all made sense.  A girl from his class joined me in the coatroom.  She tapped me on the back and said, "Wyatt tricked you!  He put another shirt over the t-shirt you said he couldn't wear and he changed when he got to school!"  Great.  The irony of this is that he would have gotten away with it too, if he hadn't chosen to do it on my regularly scheduled volunteer day.  I'm there every Wednesday.  His punishment is that I made him throw the t-shirt away when we got home, and I get to pick all his clothes for the next week.