I am very odd, she says.

This is not in a motor vehicle, and it is not raining, and it is not today. But the spirit of mischief remains evident.

We are driving, and the rain is flying down and the wipers are going and I catch her eyes in the rear view mirror. I cannot envision a more mischievous smile at any stage, let alone age five.

Daddy, you're odd,
she says.

Really?
I replied graciously.
Thank you...umm, what do you mean?

I mean that you're odd
she explained,
You're…different from other people.

-Okay, thanks,
I said eagerly
...would you explain a little more?

She processed.
Well...you just do things different than other people.

Do you have an example?
I asked with trepidation.

She considered for a moment, then replied.
You build forts for us. Most people don't build forts, but you do. So you are odd.

(beat)

And you take us exploring in the woods. Most people don't do that.

Thank you.
I said sincerely.
That is one of my favourite compliments ever.
___

Ever. Seriously, in ever's ever.

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