There's a little nook on our second floor where all my knitting things are. I was cleaning it out yesterday and had dumped a bunch of things on the floor so I could sort the little cabinet that's there. I'd gotten most of the yarn dealt with when my kids woke up from naptime yesterday so I just left it and figured I'd get back to it. This morning my son came out of his room, saw it and said "oh mom!" (I was downstairs). "Mom, mess, help. M'knitting, m'help." And then he grabbed a bag, looped it over his arm, and started to pick up the knitting needles and put them in the bag, all the while repeating "knitting, mess, m'help, mom."
He melts my heart.
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