What could possibly top sewing?
Not much. But this on a Sunday morning certainly does.
I got to watch my almost two-year-old grandson last night until today noon while his mommy and daddy went out for a date night. They went to pick up his sister this morning from her mom’s, and then came here to pick up my grandson. He was sound asleep on my lap when they got here. We had a nice time, although he slept a lot (me not so much) and is now getting his mommy’s cold. He loves the kitties and the puppy, and everything is “What’s that” and “I don’t know” and “motty” for potty and “ease” for “please”.
Would I rather do that than sew? You betcha.
(Particularly when the sewing project in front of me is a futon cover I don’t want to sew.)