Almost each day this month she has mentioned - with visible sadness - that she spilled milk on her "beautiful sweater," and it needs to be washed and dried, and she's sorry. This happened several weeks ago, but the remorse on her face makes it seem like last night.
23 January 2008
The dairy princess
Kidlet has a way of injecting past events into daily conversation, to the point that if you're not intimately familiar with her daily goings-on, it leaves you a bit stymied.
(BTW, the "beautiful sweater" is her name for the Malabrigo cardigan I made for Kidlet at Christmas, a.k.a. the green button sweater. The first time I heard her use that name, I hopelessly wanted to drop everything and knit a trunkful of clothes and toys for her. She is the sweetest girl.)
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I guess I don't understand why you won't wash and dry the sweater for her. It seems cruel.
Isn't it funny how they do that? Mine sometimes bring something up that happened a year ago, just as if it were yesterday. But then they can't remember where they put their shoes...
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