Another Day, Another School

You know how some people are insufferable about telling you how cute their kids are? I just want you all to know I'm refraining.

I'm meeting with the "Young Authors' Club" at Kid 1's high school today. Kid 1 is not involved. She thinks writing anything longer than a Facebook status update is akin to torture. But there are a couple of her friends, and at least one very cute boy involved, so she may come. I'm not sure what we're talking about, but that totally works for me. They can ask questions and we can talk about writing. For a while. Or we can talk about food. Because I just made the yummiest. It's like apple pie, but a cookie bar. There is goodness all around. Or we can talk about clothes, but I don't know much there. Or we can talk about the playoffs (but only for a minute, because I think baseball is boring unless I actually know a player) but for all I know, that could be over. But basketball's starting, and there's always my fictional boyfriend Kyle Korver... so maybe we shouldn't talk sports at all.

But whatever we decide to talk about, there will be a few laughs, even if I have to purchase them with vomit stories. Because if I know one thing, it is that kids who laugh with you will be fans, at least for a minute. And if I know one other thing, it's that vomit stories make most kids laugh.