I made the zippered pocket, the zippered pocket was lovely and it quietly waited on the table until it was time to be worked into the bag.
He amused himself with some fabric scraps as I interfaced and ironed. What a good little pocket.
He got in a little reading while I busily sewed up his big brother.
Then the zippered pocket got bored waiting and fell asleep. Because the pocket was sleeping he didn’t notice that it was his turn to get worked into the bag. Now the pocket is mad and is refusing to talk to me, but the bag is finished so I have something to show at least.
He was even more upset that his brother found his way into the bag.
I'll mail it, as soon as I can find a box to fit it. Mental note, design gifts based on the sizes of available boxes.