The youngest tatter ever?
My nearly 3yo son disappeared this morning and got very quiet. As all mothers know, that’s enough to strike terror into your heart!
So I went running and looked for him.
He was curled up in my tatting chair, with a ball of size 10 thread and a size 5 needle.
He smiled up at me sweetly, and said “See, Mama? I was just using dis piece and dis piece and I wind it wike dis and den I put my fingers here and I make a piece just for YOU cause I WUV you!”
what did I ever ever do without him?
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