I'm trying to talk about these kids that I have I've've got the three of them. I've got a little boy and a couple little girls and I'm just crazy about them.

I don't know how that happened. When Camilla first told me that we were going to have a baby, I was like, that is awesome, but I didn't totally know why.

And then it's just hard to picture loving a human that doesn't exist yet and you can't see yet.

And then they came along and each one as they came into the

world. It was incredible. I just immediately loved everything about them and I still do. I got this problem I don't even know why I'm telling you this right now

but I pull up my old hard drives to work on stuff like this and I also have old photos years of photos on there and if I fall into the trap of

opening those things up I look at them and I just get misty-eyed and cry and

stuff I mean these kids are still with me. They're in my house. I love them. Everything's

going great. We're still doing family stuff. They're young. But I feel this weird

sense of joy and nostalgia and grief over the passing of the time that we've already

had together.

And I just have an incredibly soft heart for them.

And I guess it's part of the squishy heart dad thing, but I've got a particular soft

spot for their brains.

I want them to be great at thinking.

I want them to be great, as you and I have talked about before at understanding a story and

understanding character arcs.

I want him to be great at interpreting cultural texts.

Some of the people I look up to the very most, this is the obscure talent that they have that I admire in them.

It makes them wise. It makes them decisive in the moment.

It makes them compassionate and merciful. It's orienting for

them, not just with the stories they're reading books and see on TV and movies and

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