What follows is proof Athena’s always been a primary component of Whatever:
AUGUST 4, 2000: The Unbearable Cuteness of Being Athena
This week’s entry into the insufferable “My Spawn Is Way Better Than Your Spawn” contest I currently have going on against every other parent on the entire planet:
Hey, Athena! Where’s your head?
Now, where’s your elbow?
How about your belly button?
Can you show us your ear?
What about your cute little nose?
Finally, show us your toesies!
I know, I know. And if it were anyone else’s child, I’d be retching, too. But I’ve said this before: Anything your kid does is normal human development. Anything my kid does is proof of supernatural intelligence. No offense to your totally normal in every way child. I’m sure that when both our children grow up, my child will undoubtedly provide your child with a cushy and not too terribly difficult job somewhere in her vast commercial and political empire. Cause she’s just giving that way.
If you think this is vomit-inducingly precious, you should see the videotape we made of her last night getting all excited about the Powerpuff Girls show coming on the TV. Lethally adorable, I tell you. You could just die.
All this cuteness is making me woozy. I better go lie down.