My daughter, Clara, age seven, at 6:40 AM:
“Dad, I want to know what a boll weevil is. It’s a beetle. I know that, but I want to know more. I want to know if it’s an invasive species, because I’m guessing that farmers do not like the boll weevil, and I want to know if they live around here, because they eat cotton, and I really love cozy, cottony things.”
Ten minutes later, with a manuscript still waiting to be completed and almost a week late, I know too much about boll weevils.
These were not the conversations I ever expected to have with my daughter when I dreamed of fatherhood years ago..
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Between this post and the one before it (about Charlie and preschool) I can come to only one conclusion: Not only are your kids some of the cutest I’ve ever seen (love this pic of Clara), they are brilliant! You are obviously very lucky and special parents.
Coming from a biological family that was at least as crazy as yours, I hope you feel as blessed as I do that I was able to overcome the obstacles and become a better parent (because of?) or despite those who raised me.
Mazel Tov for being a great dad.