Here is my son, taken about a year ago. I've always loved this photo for the way the yarn makes his blue eyes stand out and the way he's snuggling the fiber. And also that it marries two of my most favorite things in the world.
One of his favorite games is playing "mail carrier" and he brings me packages (empty boxes). He knows that if he says they have yarn in them, I'll smile and keep the package. But otherwise he thinks it's hilarious to say that he has brought me pickled pigs feet.
He hasn't been doing very well with the sticker chart, but sometimes we need to give him a break. He's only 4. As they say at his preschool, "Little kids, little problems." It was never more apparent to me than on Monday after hearing about the shootings at Virginia Tech.