Yesterday, the Boy and I were in San Diego. His jobs tend to include a lot of traveling, and I usually go if I’m not busy/he asks me to go. Just because it’s fun and different from spending time at our homes and it’s exploring. I generally hate spontaneity, but when it’s with him, it’s a bit more okay.
So after he finished his job, he decided to ask one of his friends to lunch. (By the way, Lit’l Pepper has delicious sandwiches.) Somehow the conversation turned to knitting and crocheting (the Boy likes to do that to me) and his friend recalled a yarn bombing at a nearby library. The Boy asked me if I wanted to go check it out, and I said yes.
Kensington-Normal Heights Library a really cute old library with a playground. We had a ton of fun there.
The Boy is learning to tell if a fabric is knit or crochet.
We went inside and I made him read one of my favorite children’s stories. Suffice it to say, I’m glad he makes me laugh because he’s so ridiculous, but it’s really hard to be quiet while laughing in a library.