My son has taken a great interest in my knitting, now that he is four. Suddenly, he recognizes that all the cute toys that are in my knitting books are actually... possibilities. The yarn under the bed, all the colors and textures are all just toy waiting to happen. After I made him a manta ray for his birthday (did I ever show off the manta ray? It's crocheted.)
small, slightly fat hammerhead.
My son picked the yarn, a purple, and we sat down to watch Tarzan 2.
By the end of the movie I had something like a hammerhead shark!
It is now morning, and he is still asleep. I think I shall work on the fins, and try to surprise him with it when he awakens.