Not as if anyone really has any doubts as to whether Athena is really my kid or not, because oh my God, she’s so like me, but even so, allow me to present another bit of evidence:
Yes, I’m tickled pink about this particular award. And if I’m correct about this, I do think this story had at least a little to do with it (but not, I should note, my entirely fatuous commentary on it).
Not that I’m expecting Athena to follow in my footsteps, mind you (I think she’d prefer to make her own footsteps, and in any event, she’s only six), but she does enjoy making stories, and at one point she told me and her mom she wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Of course, the week before that she wanted to be a fire fighter and the week after she wanted to run a hot dog stand, so by all means, let’s keep this in perspective. It’s still neat, though.
I’ll share an amusing Athena story with you from yesterday. Athena and I are out on the swings and she starts to whine about something.
Me: Don’t whine. You know we hate it when you whine.
Athena: Yeah, I know.
Me: Well, if you know we hate it, then why do you do it?
Athena (shrugs): Short-term memory loss?
See, this is where my mother would have whacked me upside the head for being a smartass. But I just think it’s funny as Hell.