While my new power-over-life thing is still impressing me somewhat (if I do say so myself, he he he), I’m way more chuffed about my eight-year-old, the supergirl. A few weeks back she was asking questions about my study, and I told her I was writing a nonfiction book, as well as a few other things. She told me with perfect confidence, “Oh yeah, I can do that.”

A fortnight on, and she’s up to part three of her own book, an encyclopedia of monsters. Written in a couple of scrap-books, it contains pictures of a whole genus of scary creatures, with anatomical breakdowns, strategies for escaping and/or trapping them. She told me she wanted it published, and I offered to put it online for her, to which she emphatically replied, “No, we’ll see a publisher. I want this in print. I want some money out of it.” Well apparently X and Y are the freeware generations, not the Zs. Viva the new capitalism.

Here’s an excerpt:

dadanator

 

In case you can’t make out the writing, it reads:

hair dadanator (My dad hahahaha)
- hugs you to death
- always in undies
- really hairy legs
- shows babies how to give themselves wedgies
- he always has a wedgie
* (to tell you the truth my dad’s one of them)
- makes mini versions of himself (I think she’s referring to her brother)

I think it’s quite an accurate portrayal. Check out the forearms on it.

Megan, you’re the greatest. Can’t wait to see it on the shelves.