My Husband's Deep, Dark Secret

My son Jack is in a 1st grade music program today. We, the parents, were asked to make costumes for our children for the program. From the list of costumes, Jack picked a fox. The instructions on the list said to dress him in an appropriately colored sweat suit and add ears and a tail. Easy enough. At least in a house with a husband like mine.

I have posted before that we are not very crafty in my house. My husband has been keeping a deep, dark, secret. He is very, very good at crafts. I always knew he was a talented artist. He has the mind of an engineer and the perspective of an architect. But, who knew he had the scissors-dexterity of Mary Engelbreit?

Anyway, Jack left the house this morning in his fox costume and I barely even recognized him. Didn’t John do a great job?

O.K. That’s not really what John made. But he did do a great job on the ears and nose and tail.

The only thing I was in charge of was getting the pants to stay up. I tried Velcro, but the sticky back wouldn’t stick. John suggested I try his hot glue gun. “It’s already loaded with fabric glue.” How many men do you know that can say that with a straight face that aren’t hosting a show on HGTV? Unfortunately, the hot glue gun didn’t work. So, in a last ditch effort, I sewed them. If you can call what I did sewing. I didn’t even show this to John, out of shame and embarrassment for my lack of even the most basic motherly and womanly sewing skills. I even used purple thread. Purple! I’ll be surprised if this holds through the first stanza.

Now that my husband’s hidden talents have been revealed, I hope he realizes that I am never making another room party decoration, game, costume, etc. for the rest of my life. Once Jack’s pants fall down in the middle of the gym in front of the whole school, no one will let me anyway.