Em was complaining about the socks she's trying to knit. Trying being key here. While I've finally settled on a needles/yarn/pattern combo (my shiny new 2.75 Inox, not my LL Embossed Leaves...these are trading socks, for a drop spindle kit--WOO HOO!), she seems to have picked up my bad knitting juju.
"Knitting is fun. Are we having fun yet?" I teased.
"Maybe if I poke a needle in my eye, it'd be fun."
Kai giggled.
"Hey, don't laugh at chicks with sticks!" I admonished.
"You know, I told someone that at school--I'm holding sharp needles, do you reeeeeally wanna come closer?"
"You need to be careful with that, Em. With all the zero tolerance crap, that could be considered a threat. You could get suspended or even expelled." I warned.
"Yeah, right. Like anyone would actually believe I'd risk dropping stitches just to poke someone."
2 comments:
Ha so true! But the most dangerous time is when those stitches are actually dropped and the knitter is looking for something to avenge this cruel twist of fate.
Love to hear about other moms infecting their kids with the knitting virus... (I can't believe that tally of kids...insane...I'm nuts w/4...)
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