Maman phoned last night to tell this story:
Yesterday, she babysat for the wee boy. As the weather was truly and unarguably dreich, she wore the hat I knit her for Christmas.
'Pretty!' said the wee boy, patting it gently.
'Yes,' Maman said, 'very pretty. Auntie Nora made it.'
'Pretty Auntie Nora,' said the boy, patting the hat again.
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