First-Person Narrator

Morgan, the seven-year-old I tutor in reading and math, had two rather amusing things to say to me today. The first one was after she'd been rolling around on the floor for a while, and being generally silly, and I told her she was a goose.

"Not as much of a goose as my dad!" she declared. "He farts all the time!"

I didn't quite get the connection. "Do geese fart a lot? That's news to me."

"Nooo! I mean that his farts sound like honking!"

A little while after that, she told me that she wanted to show me a dress she's going to be wearing for a talent show or something this weekend, after we were done with our tutoring session. I said I'd like to see it, and that I should bring her a picture of my wedding dress, because I know she likes fancy clothes.

"I hope it's not white," she said, very seriously. "Because I don't think white is really your color."

In other - possibly slightly amusing - news, my fic for argonathon went up today. It's a Valmaiverse story, more or less, and can be read at this link. If you read it, please leave me a comment. I'm feeling a little starved for readerly attention, now that I haven't been posting chapters of anything weekly for a couple months... ;-)

Actually, you should read all of the argonathon entries, and leave everyone a comment. They're pretty awesome!