Happy birthday, Gnat.
She’s gorgeous and, if her genes have anything to say about it, brilliant. If I had a juice box, I’d raise it to her, but she’ll have to settle for a pint of Stella Artois.
You have to wonder what it’ll be like for Gnat when she grows up. Everywhere she goes she’s going to run into Bleat readers. I mean no criticism–the Bleat has no bigger fan than I. I just hope she ends up a breezy, outgoing person who thinks it’s great that people the world over know all about her childhood. And hey–maybe it’s an advantage. I mean, if her resume crossed my desk, I’d hire her.
Anyway, happy birthday to Gnat, and congratulations to her mom and dad on having such a charming little girl.
I wonder what Lileks’ column will be like when she starts dating twelve or so years from now?