“Mom, can you show me how to do that?” he asks, looking at my fingerless gloves in progress on the loom.
“Sure! Would you like to make yourself a hat?” He nods excitedly, and scurries off to choose his yarn.
We cast on.
And he, in usual Eamonn fashion, allows himself to be distracted by something shiny before we ever get to knit the second row.
Maybe he’ll finish that hat someday while he’s still small enough wear it. Maybe.