
Helena Iara fell asleep earlier than usual, and Rita and I prepared for a good night, but at 11:15, a certain small person decided that she did not want to be asleep. Nor did she want to play in her crib, in bed, or in the hammock. She wanted to go downstairs.
Now, one can argue about whether or not her real purpose was to see the interview with Zizek (which turned out to be great) or whether she just wanted to go downstairs and play with her toys. In fact, the second interpretation is far more probable (OK, almost certain). But to a philosopher-dad, it was a proud moment.

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