I had this new sock set up. A daring project, all lace. An intricate pattern, or at least for me. And I was doing really well at it too. I was up to two repeats and it looked as perfectly geometrical as the pattern picture said it should.
Until Ariel got her little mits on it. She pulled out all four needles and then grinned up at me with this cute little face that said "look mommy, I helped you with your knitting!"
Nineteen months old, cute as a button and smart as a whip. I should have made sure she couldn't reach the knitting, and usually I do. I just count myself lucky she didn't poke her eye out or something horrible like that. A lace sock is a small thing to sacrifice in a situation like this.
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