When Vince decided to start knitting, I offered to give him some of my yarn . . leftover pieces or something . . anything just to learn to knit and purl with. He could have his pick of any needles . . I have all sizes. NO! He wanted to go to Wal-Mart and get his own. His own yarn and his own needles.
When he was checking out, he went too a register where one of Chad’s friend’s was working. Here’s their conversation:
Erin: You going to knit?
Vince: No. You know Chad is fixing to graduate and it might be hard for him to get a job so we’re going to teach him to knit and maybe he can sell some of the things he knits to earn some money.
Erin: Oh, really?
I had forgotten all about that conversation. This weekend Chad and I were talking.
Chad: Vince got me a present and he hasn’t given it to me yet.
Me: What kind of present?
Chad: I don’t know!
Me: How do you know he got you a present?
Chad: Erin told me that Vince got me something but she wouldn’t tell me what it was!
Then I remembered the knitting yarn conversation and I was cracking up! I explained to Chad that Vince was learning to knit and then we were both laughing so hard we had to explain to Vince that Erin had told Chad about the “present”. We all got a good laugh out of that . . doesn’t take much to entertain us, huh?