My daughter spent the first hour of her Saturday morning reading. Her list of subjects included:
- A biography of Barack Obama
- A nonfiction article on the mystery of the Loch Ness Monster
- A biography of Laura Ingalls Wilder (she’s reading all of her books with her mother)
- A short story called “Losing Grandpa,“ which necessitated explanations of strokes and comas
- A science article on bird beaks from around the world, which contained references to Darwin
- An Irish folktale that made her laugh
I am in constant awe at how stupid I must have been at her age. Blindingly ignorant of almost everything.
I’m also worried that she may know more than I in about nine seconds, and I’ll have to fake it until she moves out someday.
