It seems that my yarn bag (or that should really read 'bags' since there are many more than just one hovering around the house!) has an electro-magnetic pull for inquisitive, toddler hands. We frequently play 15 hook pick-up, when she has emptied my crochet hook case on the floor (she likes the colours and also the noise the hooks make as she rattles them against her teeth!) and my needles apparently make good drumsticks.
It would also appear that knitting on needles makes a good train driver's flag. Unfortunately it has been discovered that knitting comes off needles when waved boistrously around encouraging the passengers to hurry on to the train. And anyone who has tried to put cabled knitting back onto a needle will know how hard it can be. Pulling it back a row, too, complicates matters, and before long I was very confused about where I was up to in the pattern and instead frogged the lot.
The pattern and wool has been stashed and will be made into a bigger version instead.
I should really have known better than to let Caoimhe within a mile of my knitting. Not that I allowed her to use it as a flag intentionally, those of you with small
Still, I look forward to the day she comes to me with the same problem. I will nod sagely and say, karma sucks doesn't it!