The new obsession has taken hold. I knit when Hollis in the bath. I knit when Hollis is playing. I knit when Hollis is sleeping. Whenever I take out my needles, my projection or a ball of wool, Hollis will say, ‘Knit knit!’
The other day, I casted a few stitches onto the 10mm circular needles for Hollis to play with.
He held the needles, put the tips together, wiggled them around – just like what we used to do when we pretended to knit with our aunt’s knitting needles when we were children.
He kept at it for a little while (and pulled the yarn off the needle).
Then he had enough.