Thursday, January 14, 2010


"Mom!" my lovely teenage daughter hollers from her room.
Pausing from casting on the front to my Sidelines sweater I rely, "Twenty-eight!"
The lovely teenage daughter pauses and then hollers, "Dad!"

I have done my job. Both my daughters now know better than to interrupt a knitter (me) when she is counting. Now, we just need to work on the hollering from room to room in the house, but truly this does seem secondary to me.


Conservative Knitter said...

I thought this only happened to me!

Amy said...

Excellent mothering! What's your secret? I don't know how many times I've had to recount something.....