A knitter is a knitter is a knitter

A couple of years ago I taught my dad how to knit, and he is now amazingly accomplished at the craft. He has way more time to knit than I do, so he has pumped out an astonishing number of items, many of which have been for the girls. Sierra has her little collection of dresses and skirts that he has made, and she refers to them as "my Grandpa skirts", etc. It's quite humorous to see people's reactions when she tells them that.

Anyway, we were in the library looking at a book and one of the illustrations had quite a few characters in it, one of whom was knitting. Whenever Sierra sees a picture with lots of people she doesn't recognize, she has to go through and assign who everyone is. (She has been doing this since before she was two--like we pass an A&F billboard with sexy half-naked models and she points out that they are Mommy and Daddy. That's right baby!) So in the library book she was going through announcing who everyone is, and she generally assigns people according to gender and sometimes vaguely upon other factors, but in this picture the knitter was definitely Grandpa! She saved that until the very last and announced it with a certain level of aplomb.