This weekend, my wife confronted Sloan with some cold hard facts and a conclusion. She didn’t sugarcoat it nor dumb it down. In Sidney’s straight-forward approach, this is what she told our daughter:
Sloan, you play chess…
You are obsessed with Hamilton…
AND you collect ducks…
You are a DORK!
To our daughter’s credit, she didn’t bat an eye. She wasn’t caught off guard nor did she take any offense. In fact, she took my wife’s assessment as a badge of honor. Yes, Sloan embraced her inner-dorkiness.
I have written at length about Sloan’s affinity for chess and her fandom for Hamilton. However, I haven’t elaborated to the same extent about her love of ducks.
This final characteristic of Sloan’s dorkdom was spurned a year ago when we went on our cruise. She was drawn into the duck-hiding subculture of cruise ships and spent considerable energy trying to find the toy waterfowl while we were on-board.
Since that experience, she has been all about the ducks. For whatever reason they appeal to her and she has started to amass quite the collection. Simply take a look at her night stand to get a quick idea about the value she places on these tiny toys.
Now I won’t go as far as to say my daughter is a dork. Eccentric? Sure. But no matter how Sid and I decide to describe Sloan, one thing is non-debatable: I sure love her. Don’t Blink.


