Yesterday was the last day of my vacation, and, as planned, we went to Disneyland with a small contingent of Boy's family. I get up to the security screening area, knapsack and knitting bag open, expecting to just walk through. Sometimes the screeners ask what I'm knitting before sending me on my merry little way, but I've never encountered a problem. Until now.
Screener: Oooh, you can't bring knitting in.
Me: Thank you. Wait, what?
Screener: You can't bring knitting needles into the park.
Me: I always bring my knitting. The needles aren't even metal (I did not point out that I routinely take these needles on airplanes, but I digress).
Screener: You'll have to take them back to your car.
Me: I didn't come in a car. Is there somewhere I can store them, like a locker or something?
Screener: Yeah, but it will cost more.
Boy: Okay, we'll put them in a locker when we get into the park.
And so, may I present the sock's journey through the Magic Kingdom:
We started off in California Adventure, which I've found is much more enjoyable if you're just sipping tea and waiting for someone else to get off the rollercoaster.
This is me sipping tea and waiting for folks to get off the roller coaster. Note my fat arms are already sunburnt at this point.
The sock's fans, Monkey (Boy's cousin) and Monkey's Mama (Boy's aunt), enjoying the same shade and iced tea.
There was much meandering, after which we headed to Disneyland proper.
The sock and the sock bag swapped from Trek had a lovely dinner.
But duty called, and knitting recommenced. Monkey is playing with the current sock's mate in this picture.