An Open Letter to Robert F. Kennedy Jr., Who Thinks My Daughter Is a Tragedy - McSweeney’s Internet Tendency »

She is five. She does not speak in sentences yet, but she knows how to answer a joke with a smirk. She organizes her markers by color, then chaos, then color again. She plays baseball without rules, which is probably the right way to play it. She hums when she’s thinking. She hums a lot.

This is beautiful.