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.”