Did y’all see my youngest granddaughter in the paper yesterday? You didn’t?

Well, there she is again, above. You say you don’t know which one she is? Why she’s the particularly good-looking one who could probably read the book herself if she wanted to. See? I knew you could pick her out.

She was three months old last week, and here she is already attending literary readings. Next thing you know, she’ll be reciting her own poetry in coffee houses — something my eldest grandchild actually does, by the way.