A Stitch In Time

Spencer came home from his after-school program yesterday and immediately asked for yarn. One of the teachers there showed him how to knit, using his fingers instead of knitting needles. He asked me if I could knit. I explained that I didn't have knitting needles, but did have a crochet hook. He then asked me to crochet him (or papier mache, as he subsequently and repeatedly called it) a quilt. What surprises me (and also makes me hopeful) is that my little Spencer has so much confidence in my abilities that he is able to make that statement without a touch of irony, and with the complete assurance that I would be able to fulfill his request that evening.