My 12 year old son, Jonathan, was looking at Ellie’s new tube knitting paraphenalia.
J: Is that acrylic yarn?
Me: No, it’s wool. I’ll go downstairs and dig up some acrylic for her later.
J: For her stash?
Me: You think Ellie needs a stash? [remember, the girl is 4.]
J: Well, you can’t be a real knitter without a stash, right?
I love this boy.