The conversation went like this:
Husband (considering that his evening plans were cancelled), to Wife:
"What should I do tonight, Wife? I'm bored."
"I don't know."
Husband (eying Wife's sewing project)
"Maybe you could teach me how to sew!"
"I think I have a pattern for a potholder."
All (with hands raised in the air):
"Hooray! Potholders are fun!"
Maybe the drama was less intense. Maybe nobody raised hands into the air, but Husband did sew a potholder that night. A good one, too. It was his first sewing project, aside from the bean bag Aunt helped him make when he was still Boy. But this one he did all by himself. He cut, pinned, stitched, and even hand-stitched (which he learned is called slip-stitching). He learned how to run the machine out of thread, and how to sew a rogue crease right into the seam. All told, he decided that if he ever had a mid-life crisis, he would go be a tailor. That is, if tailors get to spend their time turning dials on the machine just to see what they do.