The answer…

Do you remember when I asked if you knew what this was?

The answer:

It was my son’s stitch. Wanna know what he thought about me taking it out?

Not much.

Wanna know how I convinced him to let me?

Ice cream.

He really wanted it. Maybe it was the fact that I had it out on the counter where he could see. Maybe it was the fact that I told him he could have THREE scoops if he held still so I could take that one, itsy-bitsy little stitch out.

It worked.

He really wanted the ice cream. So he let me.

And he was a happy boy after that.