I’ve attempted many blog posts, but something is happening: Frances is growing up and writing about her can be an invasion of privacy.
So, while I find the line between my story and her story, posting will be somewhat sporadic.
In the meantime, she’s still as funny as ever.
We had been watching a YouTube video in which a conversation regarding the limits of our knowledge had suddenly turned rather philosophical.
Frances: That guy confuses me
Me: It means we don’t know what we don’t know… Like, we don’t know that God doesn’t exist, right?
Her: Now you’ve got me thinking. Jesus…
Frances: Did you ever realize that we don’t see our own faces? We don’t know if mirrors are lying. We never know what we truly look like.
Frances: You enjoy a toy at first, right? Then it just becomes part of your background, right? Then another toy, and background, right? That’s the way it works, right?
(December 5, 2014 / 7 years old)
Frances: Was time made up by humans? I still haven’t figured out what we are. Until I figure it out, I’m probably going to be behind in math.
She was seven years old in this panel (ink and digital).
Frances speaking with Siri:
“Do time machines really exist? What is a table? What song am I singing?”
(She is four years old in this panel.)