My daughter is reading her picture books to me as dramatically as possible. Right now, she is reading Pig the Pug books to me with more energy than seems possible. I wish I had that kind of energy ever, let alone at 9:45 at night.

She has great potential as a speech team member in a couple years, maybe in humor or extemp reading. It’s funny to think of her as an older kid, but then, Anders is an older kid and it’s getting tougher to believe he was a small kid. Time is weird.

Anyway, Annika is making me look at every page as she reads, so writing is pretty tough. I don’t want to put it off, though, because I’m really tired. This is a pretty funny story, too.