Okay, here is why my husband is so adorable and has renewed my belief that they are all little boys. I started my very first hat yesterday morning. Tonight, when I got back into it and half way through it, I decided to set it down in my basket, between us, and take a potty break. When I walked back in, he had this innocent look on his face and asked "so will you be wanting me to try this on for you at some point?" BUT, I knew something was up because he had this look of "I swear I didn't do it" on his face. I looked down and found my hat with 3 stitches off the needle and the 4th one unravling down into a ladder. I screached, grabbed it and nearly cried.
So I said "well hell, Patrick.. did you try it on already?" and he gets this look that I KNOW his mommy has seen plenty of times before, and says "what happened? what did you do?" I could have bopped him over the head if I hadn't felt the urge to go procreate with him at that moment.
I have to have a son by this man, so I can say "you look just like your father when you make that face!"
Anyway, I busted out my trusty crochet needle and fixed the dropped stitch without having to frog it, thankfully. God love men.. what would we do without em. I mean, could you be mad at this face?