OMG I live in the craftiest house on Vancouver Island, and that's saying something.
My eight-year-old son got a loom for Christmas. That's Christopher weaving a blanket for Sylvester, his stuffed cat. That's Sylvester lying on the loom, making sure the job is done right.
When I was that age I'd never heard of a loom, but Megan's family is quite different from mine. Looms are commonplace at her mother's home (she has three), as is wool, yarn, paint, stuffed dolls, and every other kind of craft tool, material or product you can imagine.
I sometimes wonder what I would be like if I'd grown up in a home like that. Alas, my mother gave sewing a try for a while and my grandmother knit me a sweater when I was a baby but that's about it for my craft exposure... until I married Megan, of course.
Christopher knits and weaves. Both our kids draw and sketch. I expect it won't be long before they start knitting and sewing their own clothes. Then I'll be the odd one out. I guess I'll have to learn to knit after all.