glad to be a father

Earlier this summer I was visiting my adult daughter, who lives a time zone away. A couple of interesting things happened.

We were spending a relaxing evening at her apartment. She said, "Dad, I want to smoke you up." Now, I knew she smoked pot, and she knew I had, at least in the past. So my kid got me high. What a proud pappa I am! We watched old intermission shorts from drive-ins where they promoted their various snacks, and I got a wicked case of the munchies. I had her scour her cupboards until she came up with some pretzels, and then I was OK.

The next day, I decided to tell her I had taken up writing. And then I told her what kind of writing. She said, "I do that too. Do you submit to Literotica?" "I do." We decided very quickly not to exchange pen names.

She's a very cool kid.