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“He’s not a white guy who super likes bikes or is a mansplainer. So, that means he’s a really good guy” — Beatrix, age 11, regarding my friend CJ Chilvers. We had the pleasure of having dinner with him and his wife tonight.

Just dropped off Beatrix at Northern Clay Center for her camp there this week. She’s been doing camps and classes there for years now. She’s really good at ceramic arts (she’s really good at most things, actually).

Me: “I hope you don’t grow up and begin to hate me.” Beatrix, age 11: “Dad. You know that’s not going to happen. We both know that’s not going to happen. So it’s not going to happen. OK?”

“These don’t need to be perfect. But when you’re a perfectionist, it makes this all very nervousing.” Beatrix, age 11, is baking dog treats.

Beatrix, age 11, got two awards at school today. One for her performance in math. The other for being a Young Rembrandt Star Artist. Left Brain. Right Brain.