The other day I finished Diary of a Wimpy Kid, which I thoroughly enjoyed. For those of you who don’t know, it’s the fictional journal of a seventh grader, complete with pictures. Very snarky, and very funny. At the same time, it also got me thinking–the character is so self-absorbed and snarky, and I started wondering how old I’d want TRC to be before he read the book. A lot of the jokes I thought were great, but then there were the ones where the kid makes fun of his dad. Silly of me, I know, but I was like, “Wait a minute! You can’t make fun of the dad. That’s ME!” The idea that my son will one day think I’m a doofus and out of touch with “reality” is disturbing to me–but I suppose it’s inevitable. I love the fact that right now, TRC thinks I’m the best thing since Animal Crackers. He loves to be around me, loves to do whatever I’m doing–I don’t want that to change. But alas, maybe it’s fated. What can I do to keep in touch with him and make sure I never become the Dad from the Wimpy Kid series? (Or from pretty much all the books I write myself, for that matter.) I guess that comes out as a rather strange goal . . . I don’t know if I’ve fully formulated what I’m trying to say. Hopefully it makes a bit of sense to you. Any thoughts? Ideas? Anyone want to share what their parents did to stay “in touch” with them?