Today she had settled in to watch Sponge Bob again, then noticed me tapping on my laptop. "What are you doing?" she demanded and leaned in to get a close look.
"Writing a book," I said enigmatically. Didn't want to bore her with details.
Off went the TV. "What is it? I mean, I know it's a book, but what's the story?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Well, it's about the future," I began, waiting for her eyes to glaze over. But they didn't. I found myself giving her the synopsis, using more colorful phrases than usual to bring it to life.
When I finished, she smiled hugely, displaying tiny white teeth with a gap in the middle, and then returned to Sponge Bob. I don't think I've ever had such an ecstatic reaction before. Whether she understood the story, I don't know, but she certainly let me feel like a bestselling author!
I made her late for school today because we got involved in WebKyns or something, a computer game that she likes, and I didn't notice the time go. Who needs to do the growing up here, I wonder! ;-)