This is what I look like to an eleven year old. My niece, in fact. Everything is in-the-moment, unfiltered, stream of consciousness. “You have kind of a fat nose” she says, as she measures my nose with her pencil and goes back to the page and marks, a large mark. Well YOU have fat TOES, I say, but only in my head, because I’m not That Mean Aunt. “Your eyes are blue and mine are brown” she says accusingly. “Yes. That. Is. True.” I answer in my best robot voice. She giggles. “I’m just going to draw you how I want.” You better not, I say menacingly. You better sharpen that pencil and get going on every single wrinkle!” “I don’t have that kind of time”, she says. So goes a peachy-golden evening with my niece. Happy Friday, y’all!