Henry came to the yarn shop with me today. Ms. Extremities came by on her bicycle with some of her, still warm, delicious scones. It wasn't too long after she arrived that Mrs. Knit (or Mrs. Yes to some) came through the door with her wee little boy.
Gabe and Henry had such a good time playing together. We were all sitting around the table, talking and knitting, as knitters often do... when we realized that the noise from Gabe's stroller had stopped. We looked over and saw this:
They had worn each other out.