The kid (watching me anxiously as I dress this morning): Are you going in to school?
Me: No. Today I am staying home and drinking coffee and writing my book.
The kid (relieved, but wistful): I wish I could write a book.
Me: Who is stopping you? We bought you that notebook. Get cracking.
The kid: I can't WRITE neatly. (flings herself backwards on the bed): EVERYTHING I write is messy. When --
Me: Do you think I was born knowing how to write neatly?
The kid (she has heard this bit before): groan.
Me: How do you think I learned to write neatly?
The kid: (flings blanket over her head)
Me: By writing, that's how. You won't learn any younger, that's for sure.
The kid (rolls off the bed, covered with the blanket): I am a giant blob of ectoplasm.
Me: Hey! I'm ranting here!
The Kid: I eat professors. Aargh!
3 hours ago