Yesterday my daughter handed me a little blue stuffed animal with one arm off. It belongs to her American history teacher, who uses this stuffed animal instead of the usual card or key as a “get out of the classroom free” token.
The teacher knows I sew, which is why she sent the stuffed animal home with my daughter for repair.
Sewing the arm back on was the work of a moment. I couldn’t help adding a little shirt to keep the wee beastie warm.
And I couldn’t help injecting a wee bit of political commentary. I do hope the teacher takes it in the gentle spirit in which it was given.