My 9yo son’s dim view of blogging (and a few thoughts on arranged marriages)
Ethan: Mom, can I have some computer time?
Me: Sure, Ethan. Hey, do you want to check out Maggie’s blog?
Ethan: No. (pause) WHAT?? Maggie has a blog?
Me: Yep. It’s cute. Since you can type now, I could set you up with a blog, if you’d like.
Ethan: No way.
Me: Why not?
Ethan: I don’t have anything to say, and a blog is like a gigantic report.
Ethan is in the unhappy throes of report-writing right now. We’ve been on what was supposed to be a one-day report assignment for five days now. However, I’m really proud of the work he’s produced, and I’ll probably post it here.
Maggie, btw, is one of the best arguments for arranged marriages. I’ve known her parents since before we both had kids, and I love both 10yo Maggie and her sweet younger sister Chloe very dearly. They’re probably my all-time favorite girls (not counting my own dear baby daughter). I love & value their parents, Doug & Brenda, and would be absolutely thrilled if we could be in-laws. We parents have talked about this before, saying how it’s pretty easy to see how the idea of arranged marriages got started: you love a child, you love the child’s parents, you trust how that child has been raised… It’s enought to tempt a parent. We wouldn’t really do something like that, but you know, some judicious steering might be a good idea.
One day, when Maggie was about 4yo, I was talking with Brenda on the phone, and Brenda said, “Oh, dear. Maggie is in the back yard, in her little ballerina outfit, sitting in the mud, making mud pies.” That is still so Maggie: the perfect balance of girliness and hands-on, messy action.