Edited due to my embarrassing inability to correctly spell "Qiviut"
Me: What is your favourite thing about my knitting?
Mathboy: [blank look] Keeps you from strangling me? 'Cause your hands are busy.
Me: What is your least favourite thing about my knitting?
Mathboy: I have to listen to you talk about it all the time.
Me: What is something I have knitted that you recall as good?
Mathboy: Uhhhhhh, the pinwheel sweater
Me: Do you think knitters have an expensive hobby?
Mathboy: It can be. Depending on how much their husbands let them spend.
Me: Do you have any hobbies?
Mathboy: Video games, carpentry, reading.
Me: Do you have a stash of any kind?
Mathboy: Video games, tools, DVDs . . . if it's out in plain sight does it count as stash? (Looks at the shelves with 400+ DVDs lining the living room wall)
Me: Have I ever embarrassed you, knitting in public?
Mathboy: Embarrass isn't the right word.
Me: Do you know my favourite kind of yarn?
Mathboy: Qiviut . . . don't ask me to spell it, I just know you want to put it against your boobies. (He's referring to the time I found a pattern for a hat for a teddy bear that called for Qiviut. I was horrified and could come up with dozens of better ideas including just sticking the skein in my bra and wearing it like a soft and fuzzy little pet)
Me: Can you name another blog?
Mathboy: Uhhh, Knitting with Eileen, Yarn Harlot.
Me: Do you mind my wanting to stop at knit shops wherever we go?
Me: Do you understand the importance of a swatch?
Mathboy: No. Seems like a waste of time. You should just do it and get it over with.
Me: Do you read my blog?
Me: Have you ever left a comment?
Me: Do you think the house would be cleaner if I didn't knit?
Me: Anything you'd like to add?
Mathboy: [Shakes head no]