At this very moment, my kid is sitting next to me, on the arm of my office chair, trying to spin it, while I am at the computer. I have made the mistake of mentioning I was trying to think about what to write next. She is saying over and over, “Write about me! Write about me!”
I am reading aloud as I type and it is making her laugh. Now she tells me to write that she is laughing.
She tells me it’s okay if I keep writing about her. “If you want to make me famous, I don’t mind,” she says. I tell her that it’s likely only a couple of people would read this, and she says “phew!”
Now she has run to the bottom of the stairs and is yelling “Dad! Dad! Dad!”
I hear the shower turn on. I sip my coffee. She is back.
Have a great day. The end. (“Just so people know it’s the end.”)