Excuse Me While I Pick My Jaw Up Off the Floor

As he watched me work on Clare's sweater last evening, John announced, "You know Mom, I've decided maybe this knitting thing isn't so bad. So. Do you think you could teach me?"

He has no idea what he's getting himself into. I'd be evilly chortling if I weren't so flabbergasted.















And here I thought I bought those Dale of Norway Learn to Knit Kits so I could get the cool little needles.