Almost every week Mama leaves us one night and goes to "knitting." I decided that I really wanted to go. So, one week I grabbed my purse, filled it with three blocks (because I am not entirely sure what one brings to knitting), went to blow a kiss to Daddy and pat him on the knee, and then headed for the door. But then Mama said that I did not get to go to knitting. I was very sad.
But the very next week, my birthday weekend, Mama had a surprise for me. She said I got to go to knitting! And then she gave me the neatest thing ever: My own knitting bag!
I loved going to knitting, and I really hope I get to go again. Especially if there are more cupcakes!
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