Huh. How did she know that? She’s the in-law, not from my side of the family. OMG. She knows my pen name. Not suitable for this tiny tot. What if she googles me. Oh, of course she knows my pen name, because it was my mom’s real name, and I’ve been talking about mom a lot lately.
“Why yes, little Penelope, he is my great-uncle.” Her mouth a perfect O, her eyes wide, wiggling in her chair.
Snickers from around the table. Duh.
So I have this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to buy a lot of stuff that says “I love Edward Cullen” on it. My great-uncle is okay, don’t get me wrong, but that would feel kinda squicky. I can get jewelry with the family crest (sort of–trust me, that’s not quite right), Cullen bumper stickers, Cullen god-knows-what. We don’t much go in for apples and forks in the family, but I can live with those.
Who knew? I’m dying for some way to take advantage of this, but I’ve come up empty. Any ideas?