So, a mere two days before Halloween, my daughter pouts that her pirate costume has no parrot, and how can she be a pirate without a parrot?
Easy, I think, I'll go online and buy one. Except there isn't one to be had where the shipping isn't crazy or the parrot is a reasonable size and cost for a one-time use. "Sorry, honey, I don't think I can get you a parrot in time."
The pout explodes into an Uber Pout, then morphs into an Idea Face. "Wait, you have yarn! You can make a parrot!"
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God. Fucking. Dammit.
I cast on. I knit like mad. Just an hour ago, I cast off.
I made a parrot.
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And a damn fine parrot it is, too.