We went miniature golfing today. Kids had a blast (and treats). So as afternoon waned, I didn't feel too guilty heading for the computer to get in my word count.
After a good fifteen minutes of #2 trying to do everything in her power to keep me from writing, the following conversation ensued:
Mom: Cutie, I really need to get 1,100 words in today, and it's getting late.
#2: Do it tomorrow.
Mom: Then I'd have to do twice as many. If I do a little today and a little tomorrow, I'll make my weekly goal.
#2: I could totally do that many words in a day.
Mom: Maybe, but I don't have a whole day. Hey, if you go read a book or something, I could get it done in about an hour, and then you can come with me to the store.
[#2 Scoots me over and sits down in my chair.]
#2: I can write that many words really fast.
#2: Watch this.
[#2 types the following:]
a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a
#2 (giggling with all her might when Mom raises her eyebrows): What? That's a word!
I suppose I should have been more specific. I need to write 1,100 words of a novel. In my work in progress. In a story. That make sense. That readers will want to actually plunk down money for.
The little stinker is getting too smart for her own good. But boy, is she a delight.
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