Me: "Oh damn. I just popped the button off my shirt. Hmmm."Clip, clop, clip, clop, clip, clop. Creaking basement door opens to upstairs.
Me: "Mom, I just popped the button off my shirt. Do you mend? And um, a button on my coat is loose, too."
Mom: "Gimme my thread."
Ten minutes later.
Creaking basement door opens to upstairs. Clip, clop, clip, clop, clip, clop.
Mom: "Can I come down? Here, I just sewed all the buttons back on your shirt and your coat because I didn't have the same color thread as you had."
Me: "Awwwwww. Thanks, Mom."
I may be 32, but it's still nice to have my mom fix my buttons.
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True story: I took three sweaters and a pair of pants home with me last time to have my mom sew on buttons and mend a hole.
Sure, I could it myself. But she's better at it and I suspect she likes doing it for me.
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