Today, it is so.

I once asked Amy how she got so much knitting done (she churns out sweaters as if she lived in an eternal Maine winter), and she told me that her elder pre-school aged son just wanted her to be NEXT to her while he played, and her younger son was really only interested in what her elder son was doing.

At the time I wondered if I’d ever get to that glorious place.

Today, I have.