Guardian At The Gate

I'm at my computer when I hear the shuffle of feet coming down the hall.

Then Claire's voice. I turn to see her body blocking the door to my bedroom.

"Pop, Mom's blogging."

"What!?"

"Mom's blogging. You can talk to her when she's done, okay?"

"What?!"

"MOM'S BLOGGING! LEAVE HER ALONE UNTIL SHE'S DONE WRITING, OKAY!"

"In the bathroom?"

Now there's a thought.