I was marking some papers tonight when what to my wondering eyes should appear but a ten-year-old goddess of wisdom, with her familiar owl. What wisdom tries to evaluate essays on Arianism when it might gaze in adoration at such regal beauty? Specially when she’s your daughter. . . .
Wonderful!
Umm, wouldn’t that make you Zeus? And I imagine that was a WHALE of a headache when she popped out…