The vest...

You all probably remember the fabulous vest I knitted for my youngest about two years ago. Lovingly chose several yarns and offered him his pick. He selected the green and was very excited about Mommy knitting something just for him. Cables, buttonholes, edging, and hundreds of picked up stitches later, I present the fabulous vest to my darling son. He won't even try it on. WHAT??? I want to throttle him. My husband, sensing my dismay, cajoles the boy into promising that he'll wear the vest tomorrow. Do you think he wore the vest tomorrow? Well, of course not. And over the months that the vest languished in the back of his drawer, I would mention it to him and he would say, "I'll wear it next winter." I swear that boy is going to grow up to be a politician.

So Thursday, the day before his kindergarten class Easter pageant, I pulled the vest out and said, "Here is the vest Mommy made you. Would you just put it on just once so that I can see you in it before I die?" So he did. And you know what he said? He said, "Hey I LOVE this vest!" So I said, "You can wear it tomorrow."

Which he did.
All is forgiven.