Because I’m just that crafty…

Mackay is in a soccer class. Not a soccer team– I saw too many signs that she was just like me, and therefore deemed a full fledged “team” inappropriate. (I played soccer for two years and kicked the ball–once–directly out of bounds. Otherwise I would SIT on the field because I was bored and talk with my friends.) Anyway, Mackay is absolutely loving it, and has even changed her name to “Soccer Girl”. We bought her soccer shoes and a new soccer ball. But every few days she tells me about how she needs a soccer shirt. With a number on it.  I’m not sure if I am just supposed to go into the boy’s section for something like that or what, but I kind of just ignore her whenever she brings it up.  A few days ago it was late afternoon and I felt the urge to get out of the house.  “Let’s go practice soccer!”  I told her.  She was so excited.  She got on her shoes, had her ball, but alas, no soccer shirt.  “Just put that shirt on, Mackay.  And then come see me.”  I got a piece of paper, a black marker, and asked her what number she wanted written on it.  And then I got some packing tape and taped it to her shirt.
I know you are all jealous of my crafting abilities.  You should be.  My daughter was elated with her new soccer shirt.  She even said she was going to wear it.every.day.  (Lucky me.)  And if you are turning green with jealousy at all my amazing abilities, here’s more: I even made that quilt she is jumping on.  I’m crafty all over the place.