All of this school year Emma has been attending a twice-monthly, after-school knitting club. Her first project was this awesome scarf she made for herself (I've requested one of my own for my birthday). I'm so impressed with her. One of these days I need for her to teach me how. I'll trade her for my new-found (via Enrichment night at church) knowledge of crochet. It's addicting. I gave Lydia my first rectangle (as in, it's not really supposed to be anything, it's just the shape that came about when I learned) and called it a scarf too, in hopes that she'll stop snatching Emma's.
"Mom, are we doing anything tonight?" "Mom, I'm still hungry." "Mom, when I grow up I want to be the ninja of fighting and stealth." "Mom, what if the whole world is just a giant pop-up book?" "Mom, why do we don't have any flying stuff?"