I have a future wool lover in my house, I am sure of it. Have you noticed how often her little hand edges into my photographs, wanting to stroke, or sometimes to steal? The latter is usually followed by a fast chase around the house to prevent a ball of precious laceweight ending up wrapped around the dog or some other such horror...
"It's a very plitty colour Mummy"
"Can I play with this ball Mummy?"
"Is it for me Mummy?"
My funny little B.