Knitting Story

Shawn was making dinner and I was knitting my way through a difficult cable row at the kitchen table. Luke runs in, demanding my attention.

“Mommy, come see this!”

“I’ll be there in a little bit, honey,” I said with a cable needle clenched between my teeth. “When I’m finished knitting. I’m almost finished.”

Shawn laughs. “What?! You’re dying?!?”

“Very funny.”