In the bathtub tonight…
Me: “So you know how Daddy is a writer and writes stories?”
Ethan: “No.”
(Awkward pause #1.)
Me: “Oh. Well. It’s kind of what I do, sometimes. And pretty soon there’s going to be this reading, this, uh, event, where people — actors — are going to read my stories, in front of other people, in a big room. What do you think of that?”
Ethan: “Are they alien stories or singing stories?”
(Awkward pause #2.)
Me: “Uh, no. They’re not. No alien or singing stories, I’m afraid.”
Ethan: “They should be alien stories.”
Me: “Good point. I’ll rethink.”
Love it :-)I’ve had some of the best conversations with my daughters while they were contained within the bathtub. Congratulations on the reading.