You know things are bad when a three year old comes into your bedroom where you're hiding out, knitting in hand, feet tucked under down duvet for that little bit of cozy when it's 459 degrees outside and says "ahhh. it's nice and quiet in here."
We have an extra three year old in the house. The Squid's friend is staying with us while her parents are away and it's total mayhem. Like I imagine it must be having twins around. Except twins are used
to having someone else in the way. This is like having two only-child twins around.
But while I was hiding under the duvet, things got quiet for a bit. Like all parents, i had that inner struggle of "they must be doing Something Evil" vs. "who cares? they're not screaming at each other."
Who cares won and I waited a long while, knitting in trepidation until I heard "Look mamma, I look just like a tiger!"
If you don't get the tiger reference, you're not alone. incidentally, that color? that's what you get when you paint a child with every color in the watercolor box.
I handed them a bunch of wipes and a few different kinds of soap and went back to knitting.
Did you read the Harlot's post today
? If anyone ever asks me "What's a Yarn Harlot?" this is the post i would point out. Witty, helpful, answering the pleas of a knitter in need, nostalgic, full of cocktails, photo essays, step by step displays of both a technique and a trick, finishing with a self-deprecating punch line.