Right away, the admirer walked away in disgust muttering something about how that's what blogs are for and stop gushing about your kids at pizza parties with perfect strangers. (Not really, but she did kind of huff and then leave abruptly which was really kind of weird.) So here I am.
She's only seven. Prepare to be utterly amazed.
Finally: a book written by L. featuring mythical characters of her own invention. (be sure to read through all of these carefully, you won't be sorry you did!)