Today is Take Your Little Monster to Work Day and I’ve been thinking about my kid on the way. I know it may sound selfish, but I want him to be a writer. It’s probably mean to wish this sort of staggering insanity on anyone, but I look at Stephen King and the Kellermans and think that’s sooo cool. Even when Duane or Greg posts about the stories their kids write I get a little excited thinking I might be able to experience that one day.
But I’ll probably end up with a baseball player or wrestler or something and that would be cool too I guess…
The kid already has more clothes than most people I know including his first Detroit Lions jersey (I REALLY hope they don’t trade Roy Williams making at least 2 jerseys in our house useless) and his first U of M outfit. His room at the new house is coming along nicely and will soon have carpet and dinosaur decorations. Raaaaarrrrr. I also think we narrowed the name down to Matthew. You’ve got your Scudder PI reference and your Biblical reference. What more could you ask for?
Matthew is a great name and was a front runner for us before we found out the little one lacked the appropriate equipment.
We are not encouraging our daughter to be a writer, we both know how difficult that is. But we are trying to teach her how to write — the school system is hellbent on teaching to the state tests and we are horrified at the bad habits it’s producing.
That said, she loves art and music. I can’t think of a way to make less money than being a writer than being an artist or a musician.
Who the heck knows what they’ll want to do. As long as they’re happy. And they can take care of their parents when their parents are VERY VERY OLD…and 60 is not old, Bryon. 90 is old.