I just sat dumbfounded for the past 5 minutes while my 8 year old read me a story she had written. It was about a cat named Lazlo that’s magic, adopted by a family and causes a bunch of trouble. What had me dumbfounded was the story was interesting. It had real characters, a plot a challenge and a funny resolution. I sat there and asked myself what I was doing at eight years old. I suppose that I was building a go-kart or riding my bike. But, I KNOW that I wasn’t writing a story that a 41 year old man would find fairly entertaining and mildly amusing.
Good for her. Then she brought up my blog and told me to post something about it… Good grief, I’m getting challenged my a eight year old to stay up on my blogging. Next thing you know, my five year old will be asking why I’m not Tweeting more.