That's right...I said BOYS.
This afternoon, on our way to pick up Victoria and Rhianna from Girl Scout Camp, Aaron and I stopped at the library to pick up a book that was being held for me: Hip to Crochet. During the 25 minute drive from the library to camp, Aaron looked through the book and announced that he wanted to learn to crochet. No problem. It was all he talked about all the way there and all the way home. Once we were home, I pulled out my box of leftover yarn and told him to pick whatever he wanted. He emerged with a partial ball of Lorna's Laces Shepherd Worsted and a tiny little ball of Cascade 220 that had been dyed with lime and grape Kool-Aid.
We made ourselves comfortable on the couch and I worked a foundation of single crochet for him to work from. After three stitches, he said, "This is really hard." I replied, "Well, do you want to try knitting instead?" SURE! Out came the size 8 ten-inch bamboo needles.
Here's the proud knitter displaying his first row of knitting:
And here he is working on the next row (yes, I know he needs a haircut):
Within about 30 minutes, he said, "Okay, I can do it on my own. I don't need you to tell me what to do anymore....but you can still watch and say good job!" How cute is he?
This is where we decided to take a break because his elbow is tired. But he said he thinks he'll knit every day just like me. He said he wants to go to River Knits tomorrow so he can knit there. Twist my arm!
Oh! He just came in and said he's ready to knit some more. I better go watch!