Today as I was grading papers and letting my class “play” with puzzles, computer games, and math manipulatives since it is Friday…
The toughest, most freckle-faced little boy in my class came up to me and told me that he is going to learn to knit. He said, “Last night I got the knot on the needle”. Whatever that means. I asked him if his mom knows how to knit, and he said “kind of”. He got some book called Funky Knitting, and I told him he could bring the book and kit to me and I’d show him how to knit. Isn’t that the funniest thing?