Daughter (eyeing latest Vogue Knitting): Sweet!
Ten minutes pass.
Daughter (who wants everything she sees): Ooh. oooo. Mom, will you make me this sweater?
Mom: (admittedly with slight sarcasm) Want to learn to knit? (translation: do you really want it or is it just the flavor of the day?)
Daughter (insistent at side): Mom, show me some yarn. I want to knit, like right now.
Later.
Mom: This scarf will teach you the purl stitch. (She had previously only done garter stitch things). Purl starts with 'P.' That's your memory key. P means point the needle at the stitch.
[Note: This actually worked great as a way to teach her how to remember the purl stitch, and which direction to enter the LH needle stitch from.]
Daughter: Look Mom, I'm doing it. I can purl!
Progress: About 1.5 inches of K3, P3 scarf.
Sigh. It's a long way from a sweater, but hope is not lost.
And I think to myself, "what a wonderful world"
