I’m trying my hand at novel writing. My oldest is eager to read my book. I’ve caught her a couple of times trying to read over my shoulder as I type, but I’ve told her she’s too young for it. At dinner she asked, “Can I just read the parts that I’m not too young for?” I said she can read it when it’s published. She’ll probably have children of her own by then, so it should be all good.
Then my seven-year-old said, “Maybe your book will be made into a movie.”
“That would be great!” I said, impressed that she was looking out for the success of her momma.
But then she added,
“That way we could just watch the movie instead of having to read the book.”
Like I said, so close.