Don't say what say pardon - Notes to my son 1

I always swore that there were phrases that I would never say to my son, you know the ones, our mothers uttered them on a regular basis growing up. They never seemed to make any sense and of course we took absolutely no notice of them whatsoever. As my son grows I realise that like almost every other rebellious teenage girl before me, I am in fact turning into my mother/grandmother. These phrases fall off my tongue before I can stop myself, I wince ruefully each time I realise that I have said one.

I have just rediscovered cross stitch after a break of 10 years and am really loving all the new work that I have discovered on the Phat Quarter Flickr group. Rather than buying a kit that I would likely never finish, I decided to create a series of cross stitch pictures immortalising the things I say to my son. This one was charted at www.stitchpoint.com.