knitting conversations
We are sitting on the bed (not the couch, because the couch cushions are currently in use as a living room fort...), and I am showing Anya the knit stitch. She wants to make her toy puppy a blue sweater for his birthday. Anya is 3 and 1/2, so you can imagine how this is going...puppy will be waiting a little while for that sweater.

Daniel is watching and chattering away. He says, "Mom, I never want to learn how to knit." "Why not?" I say. "Because, mom, when I grow up I'm going to be a daddy," he replies. "So?" I say, "There are daddies who knit." "I know," he says, then continues, "There are all kinds of daddies out there, but I don't want to be the kind that knits."

Daniel is watching and chattering away. He says, "Mom, I never want to learn how to knit." "Why not?" I say. "Because, mom, when I grow up I'm going to be a daddy," he replies. "So?" I say, "There are daddies who knit." "I know," he says, then continues, "There are all kinds of daddies out there, but I don't want to be the kind that knits."
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