Our awesome new neighbors invited us over to their house the other day. And my daughter paraded into their kitchen and proudly announced, “My Dad is famous!” before proceeding to discuss her Pokemon card collection. And why would she make such an adorably misguided declaration?

Well, she knows I’ve been on a bunch of Podcasts…but doesn’t realize that half of her third grade classmates, the guy who just delivered the Amazon package, and your uncle’s pet parrot all have a Podcast. Yep, EVERYONE seems to have a Podcast these days!

And she knows I write books about Lipids…but doesn’t realize that getting people to read anything these days is practically impossible, let alone literature about Cholesterol.

And she knows I have a website, which seems pretty cool when you’re a kid who is only allowed to read the ESV Online Bible, watch occasional Bluey episodes, and read your Dad’s stories with your restricted Internet access!

I think there are at least 74 other adjectives that would be more appropriate than “famous” when describing me, but I sure am proud to be her Dad