“I can write some words for you, if you want, Mommy.”
This, an offer from my girl today. I might take her up on it, as the NaNoWriMo deadline draws closer.
The great thing about talking to my kids about this project is that any number of words over one hundred impresses the hell out of them.
“You wrote almost three thousand words?” they asked, eyes wide and voices almost reverent.
And 50,000 (the goal for the month)? To them, might as well be a million.
I’ve thought the same thing, kiddos.
It was a pretty good weekend. (Halloween should always, always fall on a Friday night.) The kids even accommodated some naptime for me this afternoon. (Low word count today, but with the kids back in school tomorrow, I’ll make up for it.)
On Saturday, I won big points by making a blanket tent that survived two whole days. The girl and I hung out under it today for a while – the best spot in the house. Things take on a new level of import when you say them in a blanket tent. World leaders might negotiate more successfully if they met underneath a tent made from one big blanket, two kitchen chairs, the vacuum cleaner, and an ottoman. It’s hard to take yourself too seriously when you’re lying on your back, sharing a sofa cushion for a pillow. Just sayin’.
(How else do you think The Girl got me to agree to a pony, two puppies, a hamster and a trip to Disney World?)*
*I agreed to none of these. The Girl was completely unaware of her bargaining power. Shhh…