On Sunday my son, the fifteen year old one, told me, "Mom, the Knitting -- it's taking over." He said this after I casually handed the woman in the starbucks drive through the money for our drinks and then drove on through the line, without the drinks, but with my knitting in my hands, saying "honey, I think I'll just pull over her and knit a few more rows before we go home."
He's worried. Very, very worried. It's a good thing to know I still have a few tricks up my sleeves where he's concerned.