While I was folding laundry Sunday, I came across little Female Offspring #8's favorite pink sweater.
It was a labor of love. Every little stitch was painstakingly knitted with care and affection. Every little white button was sewn on with devotion. But not by me. I don't have time for that sentimental crap. This sweater was "handmade" with love by some 10 year old kid sweating it out in a Chinese factory with no windows. No, no, I kid. My goofy "geese for all seasons" aunt made it.