I seem to be taking out my nostalgia on my daughter. I gave Poodlepums a copy of Mad-Libs for her birthday and she's getting into it just as much as I did back in the day. Then yesterday I picked up a copy of The Princess Bride (I somehow lost the one I had bought all those years ago) and strongly hinted that she should read it. (She was going to start it this evening, so we'll see if she reacts like William Goldman's son* and bails on it or if she'll devour it and spend the rest of the month drawing pictures of Buttercup and Westley.) I suppose I'll have to give Bunnah some equal time and buy her some comics.....
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* an in joke referring to the introduction to the book. What? You've only seen the movie? Go out and get the book right now!
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Update: No drawings this morning. Instead I was greeted with "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." Such a sweet child, to latch onto my favorite character. (Of course, she also showed me up by reading the entire book last night...)