Last night I elicited Junior for help with a small design element for a knitting project. "Toddler Boy"was the demographic. His suggestions:
No - nobody wants guns on their kid.
"A bazooka." No
"Nunchucks. A bullet." No. No.
"A bullet with a mullet!" Sigh.
"I know, mommy: BARF!" (fits of raucous laughter from Junior, the kind only heard when someonone under 8 says "poop" in the backseat of the car in front of his potty-minded colleagues.)
Which may be some of the reason I've been crocheting instead of knitting for the last couple of weeks. A little creative block is often helped by rest and concentrating on other projects, and sometimes brainstorming with others. I'm not sure, though, that I gained much direction from Junior's and my think tank but I had to try.