Hoping to stave off cold-afternoon malaise a month or so back, I asked Elliott if he wanted to make anything. "Yes," he told me, "a chainsaw night hat."
A chainsaw night hat. The bafflement you are experiencing right now was the same I felt. So I tried for a while to sort out what he had in mind. A hard hat? Something with a headlamp? Nope, it was something with blades. And a shape that required vivid hand gestures to describe. I was lost. That effort failing, I tried to redirect, to suggest we do something more... based in reality. Like coloring. Ha.
It ended up being one of those things he would. not. let. go. Tears, raised voices, the whole thing. I just needed to make a CHAINSAW NIGHT HAT, already, and why was I being so unhelpful?
So, on day three or so of this drama, I suggested a compromise: what if we made him a chainsaw shirt? He consented, with a resigned sigh. Here's what we came up with:
It gets worn a lot, and isn't that really all we can ask out of handmades for our kids? But I still try not to meet the other parents' eyes at pickup when he has it on.