Wednesday, September 10, 2008

the head shrinking machine

Day 13 of 365 in the “Marathon of the Dope” . . .


Don’t look now, but I’m pretty sure my little girl is getting older and turning into a junior version of cross between Alyson Hannigan and Felicia Day - well minus the reddish coloured hair. But she is turning out to be equal parts geek, smart, creative and cute as a button with a great sense of humour.

How do I know this?

Well, other than the fact that she is my kid, and my wife is incredibly smart and cute (where do you think my daughter got it from - me? Haa haa. Okay, not so funny - you can stop laughing now. Really . . .)


So, my smart, funny and cute daughter surprised me yesterday and proved that she is going to easily surpass me in just about every department - including the writing one. Makes me proud, but also points out my short falls. Hmmm.

She wrote a very funny short story yesterday - not her first, but her first real attempt I think - and she pulled it off beautifully.

Not to give too much away - because those in the writing group will get the pleasure of hearing her read it to them next reading night - but part of the story has to do with a, wait for it . . .

. . . a head shrinking machine.

Yeah, I laughed too. But it’s not just any old head shrinking machine like the kind you can pick up at your local Walmart - no, in fact it’s an “Incredible” head shrinking machine.

Okay, I may have suggested the use of the word “incredible”, but no sooner did I suggest the word when she had the story rewritten to provide the “Super Incredible Head Shrinking Machine”.

I’m tempted here to have her read the story (pretty short) and then post it her in mp3 form. I’ll see what I can do.

Anyhow, the tale is simply classic, and she isn’t even double digits in age yet. I think at her age I was still trying to figure out how to tie my shoes let alone crafting stories and reading high school level books . . .

And, I wonder where she gets that warped sense of humour from?

So there you have it folks - proof that a second generation Twisted Mind is on the way to pick up where the old man will eventually leave off.

Knowing Aly's dad I can tell you I see where Alyson get's her smart remarks and quirkly humour from . . .

I wonder if Felicia’s dad is a warped writer too - or wether she is a first generational geek writer like myself . . .

Dads and daughters - what would this world do without them?

No comments:

Post a Comment