Today's blog title, courtesy of Madeleine.
My 9-year-old daughter wrote a chapter book, as I mentioned. Yesterday she read it at a schoolwide author's presentation. The real mystery is when did she learn this stuff? Foreshadowing. Recurring themes. Snappy dialogue. A moral, and a redemptive ending, for Pete's sake.
Miss Sarah also favored us with a reading of her lately published non-fiction booklet on the subject of Polar Bears. The audience was enthralled with her compilation of little-known (to second-graders, and okay, me too) facts. "During the course of my research..." she began. What 7-year-old talks like that?
We can pretend (if you want to play along) that I'm objective. Or not.
It might be kinda wrong if I wasn't all puffed up, right? Wrong? Right.
I am so excited for the summer. It isn't very cool of me, I know. I should feign some harried motherhood dread about having all four kids in the house and yard and Suburban all the long, hot, cranky days of the season. But give me a minute with my joy, why doncha? I'm bound to whine at you later, and you're welcome to say you told me so.