Because writers write, is why

Youngest is in bed with her favourite notebook (a grownup sketching book I got her for her birthday), and she's scribbling away madly. I said, "You like writing stories, huh?" (Yes, I have great conversation at this time of night.) And she replied, thoroughly serious: "Mom, sometimes I have great ideas at night and I forget them in the morning."

She's a writer alright.

Children and the elasticity of time

Babies stretching their (water) wings