Wool and Children

I escaped to the living room with my knitting, only to be followed by one of my small people incessantly asking questions about a. what I was up to and b. was that a flapjack sticking out of my mouth. I didn't want to reply (well I couldn't at that precise moment because of the flapjack) that I was actually trying to escape and knit a few rows of my bag. I am learning to knit, so this bag is taking an awfully long time. As small person stood next to me, she peered into my Monsoon bag and gasped at all the lovely green balls. I fished out my knitting and got started and was so engrossed in trying to keep hold of both needles while trying to knit, when suddenly small person said 'uh-oh' and then ran off. I looked down at my lap and she had unravelled the ball of wool attached to my not-yet-a-bag and turned it into a messy green heap on my lap. I then spent the next 20 minutes making it back into a ball, muttering that I could have at least knited one row in the time it took me to sort that out. Smallest small was sorry, with a sly grin on her face. "That was funny" she said.