The marching years haven't diminished my capacity to err or my propensity for exageration, especially in what I write. When I go over what I write, in every iteration I find something to be removed. Resulting wisdom begs me for restraint and simplicity while flippant emotion egg me otherwise the next time, irrespective.
In that context the staggering simplicity of my 9 year old took me by surprise. This is what Kavitha wrote
Very smart Takes walks Bakes chicken Amazing writer Likes playing sports Excellent artist Loves me