Plame game

Today at lunch, an 11-year-old engaged me in a detailed conversation about whether 9/11 was an inside job (we think not) and whether it was a flimsy excuse for a war (we think so). He then listened with rapt attention as I explained the Valerie Plame/Joe Wilson situation, to the point where, when we were interrupted by something more important, he demanded that I continue to tell him the story later.

I liked it.

You know what I also like? The glee on my 17-month-old niece's face when she sees I'm wearing a necklace suitable for tugging, or when she manages to grab the glasses off my face (and then attempts to mash them back on).

Day 21 of my month of gratitude: I am grateful to have children in my life, in meaningful and less meaningful ways. And I am grateful for the one who's coming soon — a new niece or nephew at the end of June. Awesome, and many congratulations to my sister and her husband.