I am sitting in the living room in early evening, reading Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami. Maggie, my 6th-grader, is doing handstands not five feet away — because that is what Maggie does these days, continual handstands. Every day, all day.
Maggie: “When I’m 18, I want to get a tattoo of a cat on my stomach.”
Dad: “Oh?”
Maggie: “Yeah, except I want my belly button to be the cat’s butt.”
Dad: “Is that so?”
Maggie: “Wait, I’ll draw you a picture!”
And she does.
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That makes me laugh out loud! Separately, I am reading Murakami’s latest – 1Q84. Even weirder and better than Kafka, if you haven’t read it.
Hysterical! Bleepin’ hysterical.