This morning my daughter and I went out to breakfast. (This is something we do every couple weeks or so.) Her usual habit is to pass the time waiting for her food by drawing; this morning, after exhausing the artistic possibilities of her placemat, she asked me if she could draw on “the thing you’re writing on:” a draft of my review.


It’s a picture of a rocket that looks like a woman.

She later took the picture to nursery school, where she cut it out.

Fortunately, I hadn’t yet gotten to that page.

Thank heavens for word processors and printers!