bedtime stories

Last night my toddler did not want me to sing her good night, and she did not want a story. Instead she touched my heart by asking me to bring my knitting to her bedside.

A cunning plan indeed. Instead of the usual few minutes, she postponed sleep a good two hours before I remembered to tuck her in. Luckily her gran was here to let her sleep in this morning. And I really appreciated the two hour knit and chat.

Oh, and what did I knit? A soul-warming ghost hottie that I will probably present for the Josi crew next week.