I'm the first one to admit that superstitious beliefs are just silly. However, just this week while knitting a pair of socks for my nephew, we got into a knockdown, drag out fight over his treatment of his little brother.
A couple years ago, the same thing happened with a different nephew and to this day, we're still not speaking.
There's something to it.
From here on out, no more knitting for the guys in my family. Im running out of nephews.