WinnieTheWoot asked me to grab a book for her to read while she ate breakfast so I grabbed Michael Flynn’s Eifelheim and she asked me why I’m always suggesting she read it.
WinnieTheWoot has gone to her room to play Dragon Age. A couple minutes later she comes back out walking quickly toward me on the couch with her index finger extended. I hear:
WinnieTheWoot and I have been watching TNG. (Which, irony. What with me being the original series and she being the next generation.)
We’re sitting here, watching Daredevil (as one does with one’s daughter) and we get to a scene where Karen is in the office looking at a mysterious shoebox sitting on her desk. As she slowly reaches out to take off the lid...
I'm in the kitchen and can hear that WinnieTheWoot is watching Good Eats but we have last week's episode of The Strain to catch up on so I ask her if it's a good episode.
...a little too seriously. She sent me this in an email.
I'm making breakfast this morning when WinnieTheWoot comes into the kitchen and gives me her usual affectionate greeting, a boop on the nose with her nose.*
On the last leg of our journey home from Atlanta we drove past one of the landfills in suburban Detroit (insert your own joke here). WinnieTheWoot was in the passenger seat next to me looking out the window.
After a far more involved process than anyone wanted she has decided on where she is going to college. She has been accepted to (and showered with scholarships by) the University of Toledo.
WinnieTheWoot and I immensely enjoyed it and afterwards went to lunch and talked and talked and talked about it, which was pretty great. But the real highlight came at the theater as the final credits started to roll...
We've finally gotten around to watching this week's episode of Lost Girl (the one with zombies) and WinnieTheWoot and I got inspired.
We were sitting at the dinner table and the cats were being especially pushy and obnoxious so I went and got the water bottle for Mrs. Hatrack who was the main target of their attentions. After dinner, WinnieTheWoot asked if I minded clearing the table for her.
We were driving the second leg of our cross-Pennsylvania trip this morning when we got passed by a yellow and black pickup truck.
I've said it before but WinnieTheWoot and I proved our ability to pilot a Jaeger again the other night. We had just come home from Dairy Queen. I had hung up my coat and my back was to the room as I took off my shoes. WtW came in behind me and slung her coat across my shoulders.
...why there is a picture of a hockey player on the kitchen floor.
WinnieTheWoot is making a snack in the kitchen. Mrs. Hatrack asks her what kind of cheese she has.
WinnieTheWoot's sitting on the other end of the couch wearing her dark green hoodie. She just looked at me and growled "You have failed this city."
Went to lunch today and the restaurant was hosting a meeting of the Optimist Club in their banquet room.
We're clearing the table after dinner and I have my back turned, packing up the leftover gravy. While I'm not watching WinnieTheWoot pours the remains of Mrs. Hatrack's wine into my glass:
While waiting for the elevator this morning we saw a sign that described what to expect from the fire alarm. And now she knows what she wants to call her band: