We may have started a trend in our neighborhood. Jaan really wanted to make a basket, too, so I got him started on one outside. While we worked, the local troublemaker hovered over us, saying how cool it was and that his mother doesn't do things like that with him. (I feel sorry for him now, instead of just being annoyed about all the bad words he's taught my children.) Then, when I came in, I looked out the window and saw Jaan still at work, along with that other boy, plus the building chairman and his granddaughter and two more little girls. All of them were twisting and weaving willow twigs.