So, our dear Nanny and Poppy came to visit at Christmas. Of course, I got myself in way over my head by starting to knit my dad a pair of sock with VERY thin wool.
On Christmas Day, he got to open one sock. The other was in my lap, unfinished.
He was quite patient about the whole thing and my mom says he wears them all the time.
Kieran had to rub it in that he has not just ONE pair of homemade socks, but FOUR.
Can anyone else see the "sock entitlement" of my boy's stance? Poppy is much more humble. His is the stance of "he who owns one pair." Even if the toes are oddly pointy...