Julia has started a career in journalism. It all began with a small independent piece she wrote titled, "Dogs Go to Vet for Free." In it she chronicles a trip Oscar and Felix took to our vet's office to have their anal (or ananal as she wrote) expressed. Not the most delicate subject for her debut, but a good solid piece of writing nonetheless.
Inspired by her own greatness, she has decided to take on the challenge of publishing a weekly newspaper. The "working title" was The Daily News. She spent a few days talking about the various columns. There was to be a front page, of course, and a fashion column, but my favorite was an advice column titled, Miss Know-it-All. She solicited me to write an advice seeking letter to Miss Know-it-all. I told her that I'd be delighted. I penned a quick note from A Frustrated Mom begging Miss Know-it-All's advice on what to pack for lunch for an 8 year old fussy eater.
All of this talk and planning, and yet I had seen little pencil to paper. On a car ride with her dad and I, I asked if she had actually started writing the paper. Her self imposed deadline of Friday was fast approaching. "Don't worry, mom," she chided, "I'm just trying to figure out what my front page story will be." Eager to help, her dad offered, "Hey Julia, I might have just the story for your front page. Remember when I told you the Prime Minister of Italy will be visiting Chrysler? Well because he is the head of his country special security guards called the Secret Service came to the department to interview me." She politely listened and even asked some follow up questions (signs of a good reporter), but she was clearly unimpressed. At this point, we are pulling in the driveway and watch a few squirrels scurry across the lawn. Bobby then remembers and retells the story of a squirrel with a full-sized doughnut being chased across our front lawn by another squirrel (who presumably wanted the doughnut). We all three laughed pretty hard at that one.
At bedtime that night I asked her if she were putting the story of the Secret Service on the front page. "Naw," she replied, "No offense to dad but that story isn't that exciting. Now the one with the squirrels and the doughnut, that's going on the front page."
And so the news came out on time. She's got a modest circulation of 4 households.
She did change the name. She thought of one she liked better. And so the Kado Chronicle is born.
