It's a scarf, it's a script, it's ... poop

Now that the Christmas gifts are out of the way, I sat down to work on The Scarf That Never Ends, which prompted this exchange:

Seve:  Mama!

Me:  Yes?

Seve:  Are you knitting something?

Me:  Yes.

Seve:  Are you knitting me a scarf?

Me:  No, Boo, I’m knitting me a scarf.

Seve:  Can you knit me a scarf, Mama?

Me:  I can do that if you like.  What colour would  you like?

Seve:  I would like spiffy purple with spangly yellow spots.

And I’m all, holy crap, my child is a design genius.  Until … inkle inkle … I searched on that exact phrase and found the script for an episode of My Big Big Friend, which we were watching at that exact moment.

My faith in his superior intellect is unvanquished, of course, and a purple and yellow scarf will find its way to my needles eventually.  Nothing but the spangly best for a kid who tried pickled beets for the first time today and declared them “a delicious fruit spice.”

Not to be outdone, while I was writing this I noted a bit of a pong while Juno passed by but dismissed it … thirty seconds later, she reappeared with a dirty diaper she’d pulled from the trash along with a clean one, you know, just in case I hadn’t gotten the two other messages.

Thanks, Tips.

You’re welcome, Captain Obvious.