Tonight my daughter told me that she wanted to play a game with me. I agreed.
She then proceeded to describe her character as this amazing singer who had written amazing songs and was world famous and was loved by everyone…including me. My character was to be a person who had grown up admiring her character. I had worked really hard my entire life to be able to be her assistant and now I was.
I told her she sang wonderfully.
She thanked me.
Then she told me I should try harder to play the keyboards, drums, guitar, and bass better. “Don’t give up!” she exclaimed. “You can do it.”
I don’t know what all of this means, but I did not find it flattering.