Will you indulge me in just one more shared excerpt from Then There Were Five? This caused me and my girls to laugh aloud.
Randy said, “What’s your favorite color, Mark?”
“Well, you know what? I’m going to knit you a green sweater. A good warm one.”
“Gee, that would be wonderful. But I don’t want you to bother.”
“Yes,” said Randy. “Green. With a neck and everything.”
This was no mean contribution. Randy hated to knit and did it badly. She had never knitted anything except staggering, uncertain scarves, and the prospect of a whole sweater, with a front and back an a neck, seemed as tortuous and difficult an undertaking as a journey through the labyrinth of the Minotaur.
“By Christmas it ought it be ready,” Randy said, and couldn’t help sighing. “Anyway, sometime before spring.”
“Gee, that would be wonderful.”
“Wait till you see it first,” cautioned Rush. “It’ll probably have three sleeves.” (151-52)
I couldn’t help but be reminded of this: