I love my daughter to death. I know that there’s nothing in this world she can’t do. But, but, but… Right now she spends all her time, with a notebook and “pencil” (read: pens) in hand, scribbling. All day. All over the place. “I want to draw!” she says and she creates these pages of scribble. “How do you spell your name?” she asks me, Adam, and Doodles, and then she scribbles. “What do you want for lunch?” she asks, taking our order and then she scribbles. She’s left-handed, so she has that odd writing hunch as she scribbles. She can sit for a good hour scribbling. She fills notebooks up with these tiny little scribbles. Today we call her Pie. Tomorrow we’ll call her Unabomber. Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Pie Kaczynski
February 13th, 2008 § 1 comment
Where to Find Me
LOL! Ella is the same way and has been since she could put pen to paper. Maybe they’ll write an Oscar worthy film and they’ll thank us as we weep in the audience.