I have a very smart first-cousin-once-removed, who is already smarter than I ever hope to be. Sophie is eleven years old and quite the Renaissance woman. On the phone today she asked about my dissertation (usually she calls it my "disorientation"). Our conversation went something like this:
Sophie: How long does your dissertation have to be?
Me: About 300 pages.
S: 300 pages?! How is that possible?? You're going to write 300 pages about how kids interact with each other? I think you could say everything about that in one page. That's unlawful! Absolutely criminal!
Me: I know. Let this be a lesson to you.
S: Right. To never get myself worked into a dissertation.
Me: Exactly.
S: We'll have to have National Dissertation Mourning Day.
Me: Good idea.
S: Well, I'm extremely sorry from the depths of my soul.
(See. I told you Sophie was smart!)
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I love it!
truer words have never been spoken . . .
What was I supposed to write for you? "What's not to like about writing a dissertation"? Remind me, and I'll have it completed by Sunday.
By the way, this Sophie is incredibly eloquent! Wise beyond her years and education. Just the type to get backed into a dissertation someday. ;)
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