No matter how old (or how tall) my little brother gets, I guess he'll always be my baby brother. Today while I was at work, I got several quick texts in close seccession.
"Wendy...Wendy...Wendy...Wendy. Are you there?" Thinking something was terribly wrong I quickly texted back. "Yes?"
"I just tore my favorite pants on the chain of my dirt bike. Can you fix them?"
"Geez, Micah. I thought someone was dead."
Next thing I know, I'm delivered a pair of Aeropostale cargo pants that have seen better days with the entire leg shredded. Really? He must be thinking that not only am I some kind of sewing expert, but that somehow I can weave camo-colored cloth as well. Might as well weave straw into gold while I'm at it.
"Okay, I'll try," I say not wanting to disappoint him. So tonight I spent hours sewing and zig zagging and patching and hand stitching a pair of cargo pants that are frayed at the waistband and worn through on the hem. The patch job is not exactly pretty, but will probably get him through a few more jumps on his dirt bike. And I get to maintain my big-sister, fix-it reputation one more day.
I think he owes me. Good thing I have a soft spot in my heart for little brothers.
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I had no idea that you could sew. Or that you were that good. I may have to leverage your skills from time to time. I would even act like a little sister to get it.
I could see my brother doing something just like that. You're lucky he's still around to bug you!
Only Micah!! Make sure you get him back for scaring you half to death!!
Hee hee. Two kinds of people in the world, big sisters, and everyone else!
At least he didn't want you to wipe his bum at school like my little bro did...lol. Although, with how much I care for sewing, I think I'd prefer a messy bum-wipe any day.
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