“Kiki,” our barely-teenaged daughter, stayed home sick from school on Friday. She was overstressed, under-rested, and probably had a cold, so we let her sleep in and do homework.
And then I took her with me for all of my fun stuff all afternoon long. The message I’m sending? “If you don’t get your homework done on time, and don’t feel good, you get to have a big play-date with Dad.” I’m obviously a horrible parent.
We had a great time.
First, off to the movies. We met my friends Richard and Rodney before the show, and snacked on some fried cheese and onion rings. Kiki enjoyed The Day The Earth Stood Still, and enjoyed making fun of it afterwards. She liked it more than the rest of us did.
Next, Kiki, Bob Defendi, and I had a late lunch at the mall. She complained that Bob and I were boring. Bob? BORING? Man, I could talk to Bob all day and never get bored. But yeah, if I had to sum up our discussion with a title it would be “marketing principles for independent artists and creators,” and I can see how a thirteen-year-old girl might find that a little dull.
Next up we went shopping, quickly, for Christmas presents.
At 5:30 (we’ve been together now since 12:30… FIVE HOURS) we headed over to Brandon Sanderson‘s place where Kiki sat quietly while Brandon, Dan, Jordo and I recorded two episodes of our (hugely popular!) podcast “Writing Excuses.” The subject matter? “Theme” was the first one, and “Violence” was the second. Neither came out like I expected, but both came out really good. You’ll be able to hear ’em on the 29th and the 5th.
I asked Kiki if that was boring, and she said it was not. She also said that she learned stuff. So we had her record a stinger for “Writing Excuses” in which she tells us it’s safe for kids. I mean, if it’s not boring and you’re learning, it’s GOT to be safe, right?
By 6:45 we were at Dragon’s Keep, where Kiki was supposed to finish the last of her algebra and I was supposed to be playing in Bob’s “Echoes of Heaven” D&D 4.0 playtest campaign. She finished her algebra before we even really got started, but found other things there to interest her, including Katsy’s chain-mail-making. She also listened in on the game and enjoyed it. Bob told me later that if Kiki ever wants to come back she’s welcome to. She’s a lot more mature than at least one of the other regular players.
We got home by about 10:30 pm, tired, but not tired of each others’ company. I’m calling a ten-hour Daddy-daughter date that ends in that frame of mind an unmitigated success.
Even if I did send the wrong message about ditching school.