This is a picture of girl child's arm. She used it as a reference today as she wrote her second post on her new blog, Book Drift. She's great with the reading but maybe not so much with the math.
I have conflicted feelings about having a vulnerable twelve year old showcase her tentative writings on the Internet, where all sorts of unfriendly people can post their opinions of her opinions, but girl child tells me that she's good with that, she just wants a place where she can practice her writing and share just enough of herself to build a small community.
Or she wants revenge against me for blogging about her since her toddlerhood. I know she's been itching for an opportunity to refocus the spotlight a little. I have written thousands of words about her, posted hundreds of photos. Oh, dear.
I am freaking out here because I totally deserve everything she's going to say.
So far so good, though. Two blog posts in and I've only cast in a small supporting role. Maybe I'm not nearly as important as I thought? Or maybe I should be worried that she hasn't talked about me. Maybe she's got more than me happening in her life?! What if she never talks about me at all?
What about me?
I have predicted that it will all end in tears anyway. Probably mine.
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