While working on my drapery panels last week in my mom's workroom, my husband and my 2-year-old were in the room with me looking for something to do. So, my sweet husband, Mike, pulls our munchkin in his lap and says he is going to help her make a "pocket." He put his hands over hers and helped her feed the fabric through the industrial sewing machine, and then filled the finished product with tokens of goodness (a.k.a. fancy trim beads) found in the nearby trash can.
I'm not sure which is more endearing... the toddler with the treasures, or the husband who sews "pockets?"