So the girls saw it on the kitchen counter and were looking at the book today. And Meg said, “who’s it dedicated to?” So I showed her the dedication page. She read and thought it was “cool” with the “should, could, would” part–then the absolute glee in her voice as she said, “PAPA KNOWS DAVID COOK?!” and Cam ran over to see for herself, and indeed, there it was, in black and white–you had thanked David Cook! I regretfully told them that this was, alas, not the David Cook from American Idol, and Megan’s next words were priceless: “but it’s still really cool that Papa wrote a book.” Out of the mouths of babes.
Well, it’s not a bad review. It’s just that I’m not as cool a grandpa as they first imagined.