Andrew has dubbed this week "Thesis Week"—the week in which I make the final push to finish my manuscript...which is currently sitting at 144 pages. He printed out my thesis so that I could go completely old school and read my words not on the screen. That's a thick pile of paper!
My kids cannot wait to get their hands on it in the scrap paper bin. Meanwhile, I've (1) addressed the 95 (NINETY FIVE) comments my advisor left for me in chapter 5 and have (2) been busily marking up chapters 6 and 7—tracking down typos and noting inconsistencies and reordering arguments and...
We returned to everyone's F-POD, which naturally dissolved into a lovely organic dinner conversation.
Evidently Andrew unintentionally made all the kids associate his call for a "thesis report" with the "creature report" song from Octonauts: