That Was Sew Satisfying

(I’m about 10 years old and have taken my younger brother to the park. I’m just sitting on the swings waiting for him to finish playing. I’m wearing ripped jeans (it is the early 1990s) and very tatty shoes. A younger girl comes up, huffs at me, and sticks her hands on her hips.)

Girl: “Huh! Why don’t you sew up your jeans?”

Me: “It’s the fashion.”

Girl: “Hmm! Why don’t you sew up your shoes?”

Me: “Why don’t you sew up your mouth?”