I mean... some fun done.
Zane has a lovely habit of wanting to be where I am, all the time, when we are alone here together on school days.
Which means, if I want to knit or crochet he is either sitting on my project, grabbing the needles or pulling my yarn.
Believe me, a partially used skein of yarn that is shaken is NOT very useful after awhile.
Unless you have a need to spend useful hours untangling it.
So, I hit on the very ingenious (hey, wow, I just checked my spell check and I spelled that very hard word correctly the very first time!) idea of just giving him a small ball of yard to play with.
And he played with it all right, all over the house and all over himself.
I did keep an eye on him, just in case he got tangled up in something else with the yarn that could be potentially dangerous.
I still don't think I got much done on my project.
Oh, well, Babies do grow up and who cares if the afghans do.
Did somebody order one?