On the way home yesterday, “Too bad Daddy doesn’t like cats. I want a cat. I’d like a dog too.”
We get home. Daddy is in the backyard, excited about the cat under the patio he’s making friends with. “It’s such a pretty cat! Orange with really cool eyes.” So the boys spend the evening outside, getting to know the half feral cat. I hear its name is Meow Meow.
I, of course, spent the evening wiping out another ant migration through the front room. I had high hopes of knitting another repeat of orange snakes. But two rows are better than none!
Knitting Retreat in less than two weeks! Woo Hoo! Yahoo! Hooray!
Meanwhile: Soccer game the first tomorrow morning. I told the kid I’ll be knitting. “But then you won’t be watching me!”