Thursday, June 02, 2005
My little one was roaming around the room and got her hands on a ball of worsted cotton yarn. I figured I was watching the initial bloom of a future knitter. She held it in her hands. Stared at it intently. Then began pulling on the ball until bunches of it came off the ball. She continued until most of it landed on the floor in a heap. So there it was. Her personal mound of yarn. And just to show how interesting she thought it was. She started to dance on top of it and giggled a spell. I've never seen yarn being "cuddle" in quite that way before. When she finished, she picked up a handful to hand back to me. With a grin on her face no less. Oh such innocence. At least she didn't claim the yarn like she does with most things that interest her.