My son found a chocolate wrapper this morning and started interrogating me about it. I realized my wife and I basically run an underground speakeasy from 8-11 every night and we’re trying not to get caught by our two toddler landlords.
Hahahah. Luckily my wife repackaged enough of the presents to stop the villain origin story for the 6 year old. We, on the other hand, are sipping coffee and plotting to tell this story at his wedding.
I was in a used bookstore and overheard a mom asking for sci-fi recs for her 15 yo son. Couldn’t resist. The seller said Ender’s Game, so I sidled up and suggested the Nyxia trilogy. Her response: “Oh he raced through those. That’s why we’re here.”
And I melt 🥲
Hahaha. I definitely know my children will get better at spying as this progresses, but my son has 100% caught a whiff of popcorn on my breath when I went back to tuck him in and he sat bolt upright, "Hey. I want popcorn."
Kids are brutal. Students used to beta read for me sometimes. One guy came back and told me the entire third chapter had to go. I said, “The whole thing?!” And he didn’t even look back. Kept walking out the door and called over a shoulder “All of it!”
Just adding his explanation for why he opened everything! 😂 Also have to add: we’re not mad. He’s a good kid, and it’s a story we’ll tell for the rest of our lives.