I've decided to make my 3 year old a sweater.
It is going to be awesome. Reconstructed. Upcycled. This is what all the cool crafters are doing.
I am determined (despite my sleep deprivation) to get some late night crafty time in.
I trade sleep for sewing. But it is worth it. I am having "me" time! I am sewing!
Finally, it is finished! I am so excited!
He is going to love it!
When he wakes up from his nap, I proudly present it to him.
I am elated. He loves it!
But the moment I put the camera away…
I ask him why he wants it off and he tells me.
I will not allow my crafty ego to be bruised.
He is just being a 3 year old. Surely he actually likes it. He is just being a contrarian.
So I decide to try some of my brilliant reverse psychology.
This is not what happens.
I decide to not mention it for the rest of the day.
I do have one more trick up my sleeve.
The bedtime story.
I just know it will work. I just know he'll be wearing the sweater and pretending to visit exotic lands the very next day. He might even ask to put it on tonight!
He listens to the whole story intently.
When I finish, he pauses for a few moments. I am sure this worked!
To my delight, he says…
but to my dismay he says…
(Yes, my son is 3 in this story, because this happened when he had just turned 3. I found the sweater in the back of his closet last week. It still fits. He still hates it. My deflated crafty ego is requiring me to tell you that I've since then made him other things that he tolerates and wears.
The sweater will be offered to his younger brother this winter. Fingers crossed.)