Snookered!

So I think I got snookered.

I was laying in bed this morning nursing Simon and since he had slept in it was late, so I was awake and just chose to get back in bed to stay snuggly with Simon just a few more times before we give up the nursing for good. In walks Tim, and says, "Where can I get some thread, like to sew with?" I point out the tins I keep the spools of thread in. He starts rumaging and I don't really pay any attention to him, because who really knows what he wants with thread at 8:15?

Then about the exact instant that Simon is done, Tim says, "So how do you sew a button on? Do I need to put a knot in this?" I roll over to look at him and he's standing there with a needle threaded holding a button, a button mind you that goes on the shirt he is currently wearing. I just look at him and say, "Take the shirt off and give it to me, I'll take care of it."

Then as I'm trying to sew the button on with a blunt tapestry needle that he so deftly chose, I think, "Did he do this on purpose so I would do it for him? That's pretty sly if he did."

But this week was his team's turn to sing at church so I can't very well let him up there in front of hundreds of people with a missing button. Then they'd all know what kind of wife I really am!