They really do grow up fast, don’t they?
It seems like just yesterday that Ada was a helpless infant, but she’s grown in to a real live (albiet still pretty small) human being.
She’s the spitting image of her mom, isn’t she? She got my eyes, but the rest is all Wanda’s genes.
She is also, as you might expect from a genetic cross of Wanda and I, a pretty smart kid. School has opened whole new worlds to her. She’s been meeting new friends, learning new things, and I could swear she even enjoys her homework. That’s probably mostly my genes there… Although she’s going to grow into a knockout just like her mom, she’s also a certified geek.
It’s not just her love of homework that tipped me off. She’s also a huge Harry Potter nerd, and has read every one of the books — most of them in a single binge weekend. She can also possibly quote more lines from Monty Python and the Holy Grail than I can. While other kids were spending weekends with the Teletubbies and Sesame Street, my little Ada was watching my old DVDs, and now God help you if you ask her about the air speed velocity of an unladen swallow.
I can’t say I’m disappointed. There’s something comforting to me in the fact that my family line will some day be continued by someone who is a big a dork as I am.
Wanda’s been great about humoring us. When she can’t take another minute of our debates over whether Kirk or Picard was the better captain of the Enterprise, or picking apart all of the flaws of the Star Wars prequels, she just goes out and gardens for a while. It keeps her sane, she says. We’ll see. She can run, but she can’t hide. Eventually she’ll succumb to the peer pressure and join us in a debate over whether Schrodinger’s cat or Pavlov’s dog would win in a cage match. That’s a trick question, by the way. Clearly Schrodinger’s cat would win. Or it might not.