As we walked down the basement stairs to the car to head to school, Matthew looked down at his preppy Ralph L striped sweater and asked, "Mama, who made this for me?"
"No one made it, honey. We bought that."
"But it looks like yarn."
"Yes, you're right," I laughed. "It is yarn, but we didn't make that sweater. A company did."
"But it's yarn. It looks like someone made it."
"Well, someone did. But then we bought it at a store."
"Was it a yarn store?"