Fedora, Phedora, c'mon, just say it.

I'm back! Well, I've been back, but I've been lazy. eventually I'll read everyone's stuff and update on everywhere I post, but its weird to get back into the habit of being able to use the internet. For my first trick, I shall post a thing I turned into english. I'd give info about the assignment, but that isn't important. What I wrote was an essay written by my eight-year-old daughter for fathers day. No making fun of the name.

Fedora A. Dollinger

What I think about my Dad

June 15, 2024

My Daddy is wierd, but I like him, most of the time. Daddy teaches philosophy at a college, but Mommy says he just uses big words to make the people he teaches think funny. I think thats okay, because sometimes its fun to think funny, and if he gets money for it its like getting paid for playing games. But I think that maybe my Daddy plays too many games, because sometimes it makes him really annoying. Like his Star Wars thing he made me watch. I like it, but Daddy likes it too much sometimes. He wrote an entire book about it, Mom says I'll understand it better when I'm older. I don't really understand it at all right now, but I like the robots. Daddy also bothers me because he is always right. I didn't want to show him my paper, because he would point out all the little mistakes in it. I know he only wants to make it better, and he does stuff like that at work, but I want to be able to fix stuff on my own. Mommy says I get that from him, and Daddy used to always have to do stuff on his own. He still doesn't always let Mommy help him cook. I don't mind that so much, because Daddy is better at cooking than Mommy. Sometimes I get mad that he named me “fedora” because people make fun of me because its a kind of hat, but later I feel better because it makes me feel special. My Daddy always tries to make me feel special, and tells me to just act the way I want to because he says “there are so many people in this world and its hard enough to be seen without acting like everyone else.”