Today Katherine and I were at the comic book store, and Katherine was commenting on everything there (as she is wont to do): questioning time-travel logic, musing on the dearth of female superheroes, squealing with delight and disgust over Walking Dead action figures etc (no I don't let her watch that show). She interrogated the owner about when more Doctor Who merchandise would get in and chatted with another kid about the importance of reading not just 'regular books' but also comics.

Just as we were leaving, a scruffy college dude shyly came up to me and said "I just want to tell you that you've got a really smart neat little girl there, I mean if she's your daughter, I mean even if she's not your daughter - anyway someone is raising her to be really cool. Um." I swear that is nearly verbatim. I smiled and said something along the lines of "Well thank you, I try to raise 'em up right with a decent appreciation for the geeky side of life." Katherine blushed and rolled her eyes but she gave the scruffy college guy a big smile.

That's my girl :) Also: cute 20 something comic-book store boys think I'm a good mom, y'all.