Wednesday, January 26, 2005

My daughter told her first story yesterday. I got home, and she was waving her magna-doodle pad at me. On it was a series of bumptious but discreet scribbles, the kind that almost look like a picture, and prompt many comfortably-outraged blue collar and middle class armchair pundits to declare: "Muh Grandaughter could draw as well as thet Pee-Kasso!"

After some prodding from Ruby, she revealed to me that her Pee-Kasso was a "kitty dancing on a pear." Which was just too sweet. So that was her first story. I think it was very sophisticated and high concept, and used just about as many words as she can string together right now.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

For the first time in my life a few days ago, I was thinking that my 18 year old self would not have a well developed enough sense of humor to deal with me. I suppose this might sound like I'm saying that I'm disappointed with who I've become, but I think it's a more personal admission that life is what happens while you're waiting for something else to happen.

It's probably also a less succinct way of saying that kids are dumb. I don't mind that, though. It doesn't worry me. I don't mind having been dumb. It seems a lot of people my age are too hard on who they've been. But me, the scenery was great for all the backtracking.

And I haven't become half as conservative as I was told I would.