With my grandmother at The Pancake House … she told me she actually knit that sweater herself, and I thought she was joking. The exchange went something like this:
Grandmother: You know, I actually knit this sweater myself.
Me: HA! That’s cute. But where’d you buy it?
Grandmother: I knit it!
Me: Uh-huh. Seriously, where? I like it.
Grandmother: I knit it myself!!
Me: C’mon.
Grandmother: I really did! I knit it for your father, when he was a boy. Look at the tag!
Me: (Looks at tag, which is hand-sewn, and says, miraculously, my father’s name)
As it turns out, she did.
