Nah, it's... pretty bad. I tried to sew a sleeve back on a onesie and the second the kid moved, it ripped right off.

[Maybe because she'd been trying to prove Dina wrong about her sloppy stiches and sewed ~delicately~ that it couldn't handle the power of Potato when he wanted to run.

Still, she relaxes. This is an easier conversation to have.]

Yeah. It's the only way I feel like I can think. [For real.] I've never tried painting. Stuff like that is hard to find back home.