...until someone loses a dpn.
That was the "class motto" I came up with for, but didn't submit to, one of the contests we held on our last day of after-school knitting yesterday. The motto that won the popular vote? "Knitting can end in peace and harmony, or vicious needle fights."
Other games included How Long Can You Balance a Knitting Needle on Your Head while Being (gently) Taunted and Drop This Ball of Dishcloth Cotton into a Bucket Two Stories Down, Avoiding Beaning Kindergarteners, which Causes a Deduction in Points.
However, my favorite contest by far was the Kniterick. Check these out:
There once was a boy named Danny/ His knack for knitting was uncanny/ He knit a long shawl/ and stood proud and tall/ And wrapped it around his wee fanny.
Carley was a fine knitting fellow/ She knitted a sweater of yellow/ She knitted and purled/ and fitted and furled/ but it never fit onto her cello!
There was a young lady who knit/ It kept her from having a fit/ She knit with her toes/ and purled with her nose/ And didn't think a thing of it!
And finally, A Tragic Yarn:
An eager child grabbed at a skein/ She twisted again and again/ A clumsy baboon/ She wound up a cocoon/ And that's how yarn drove her insane!
Oh, how I'm gonna miss these kids.
Stay tuned tomorrow for a conversation about knitting and gender between a few of my boys and Jared of Brooklyn Tweed.