My son has been bugging me to teach him to knit. You would think I would be jumping for joy, but really, we've been down this path twice before. So me, of little patience, finally gave in. Here he's working on Alex' snake scarf (don't tell Alex):
I think he actually gets it this time. He's easily distracted though, so I just sent him back in the living room to knit to the end of the row.
Teddy: "But Mom, how will I know when I am at the end of the row?"
Me: "When there are no more stitches on the left needle."
Teddy: (earnest look on his face)
Me: "There won't be any more fences to go under."
This moment of pure joy reminded me of another such moment that happened, just last month.
Maybe there is hope for world peace.