Suddenly realizing, as I started the next beanie carry-around project, that that’s the same yarn and color as the time grandson Spencer got hold of the ball and played with it while I laughed (and kept my hat from unraveling.) He put his sister’s beginning knitting swatch on his toes. “Spencer is a cat!” And for a few minutes there he got to pretend he was.
He is no longer that little preschooler. Tomorrow he will be six. I wonder if he’ll recognize the yarn.