This year Connor knitted Isabelle a pair of socks. All by himself, off his own bat, without any suggestion, motivation, cajoling from any of us – for the record he is 10 (he has just turned 11, but he made the socks when he was 10).
On Christmas morning there under the tree was a gift for Isabelle. Hand knitted socks all wrapped up – Connor’s handiwork.
What is even cuter is that Isabelle wears them – granted like a German tourist – sometimes with the shoes swapped over on the wrong feet – but there we go.
I really wonder where we got Connor from – he is just so damn sweet, endearing and has a heart of gold. I am not sure what recipe we used to get him, but he is definitely such a sweet boy.