Me: *wanders into the bathroom to brush teeth and see that Peake is playing with the drops coming out of the shower* “Michael, Peake’s still playing with the yarn droplets, and he’s all wet.”
Michael: Yarn Droplets?
Me (confused): Yarn droplets coming out of the shower.
Michael: Yarn Droplets?
Me: Yarn droplets.
Michael: Don’t you mean water droplets?
Me: *Blinks* Oh, yeah.
My brain just completely switched the word for water for yarn. To be fair, I’m working on a design that has to do with water right now, and is in a waterish color, and I’d spent the last hour knitting and meditating on the intersection of water and land – yarn and water were kinda already twined in my mind.
But I’m kinda glad that it’s Michael who shares my space. He has 5 years figuring this stuff out.