My work is never done

Just got home, after teaching a Sewing 101 class (awesome women).....where I talk in the beginning of the class about how I've sewn over the years, and that my girls also sew, blah, blah, blah.....and then I walk in the door and this is on the kitchen counter:

you know, this girl KNOWS how to sew.....but it warms my heart a bit that she leaves notes like this for me.