So, late last night I was knitting a row or two on the
Forbidden Summer Sweater Ferocity—

Note:  I was not
actually in bed, but I was nodding off in my chair, so I figure it was pretty
close to bed-knitting – besides, I am down to the toenails on Jordan’s socks
and was not going to attempt kitchnering at that time of night

Anyhow, I was knitting and contemplating the events of the
last few days.  My 16-month-old grandson,
Max, had slipped on a stair and fractured his ankle on Sunday afternoon.  X-rays on Monday.  Cast on Tuesday.  Poor little lambie.  So, I was thinking about our poor little
lambie and his bright green cast, feeling rather at a loss for how to help him
feel better and deal with what must be a puzzling and frustrating situation,
when it occurred to me: 

I COULD KNIT SOMETHING. 
Maybe a single over-sized sock to go over the cast – something snazzy
and cheerful.  (The fact that I would not
need to knit the second sock made the idea particularly enticing)  Of course, maybe it would be more practical
to knit a pair of socks – one over-sized and one normal-sized – to sort of
downplay the cast ( 4 weeks of explaining to strangers in grocery stores how
the baby broke his ankle seems pretty grim…..). 
The mental image of that one was a bit grotesque.  Back to a zippy single sock for the
cast.  Or maybe a single normal-sized
sock for the other foot – bright green to match the cast.  Or a bright green normal-sized sock with a
colorful border for the cast-less foot and a matching knit band to go around the
cast.  Kinda clever and “hey, we’re going
to have a little fun here after all.”   

It went on that way for a while – and I confess that I am
still getting ideas (like a “toe cozy” of some sort to cover his little
piggies).

On reflection, I do not know if I am shocked at myself for
seeing my grandson’s accident as a knitting opportunity – or if I am simply
surprised that I didn’t think of it sooner. 

I think it would be in bad taste to dwell upon the impact an injured toddler will have on my knitting time, but
it is one of the
ironies of a knitter’s life that occasions which invite – or even necessitate
— new knitting projects usually mean less time for knitting.   Not that I usually let that stop me.  And one little over-sized sock – how much
time could that take?  I think I have a
wee ball of sock yarn in my stash….