My daughter Julia came to live with me two years ago for school. It isn't easy for me to raise someone who is practically my nine-year-old clone, but that is exactly what I find I am doing with Julia. Through our judo and soccer practices, reading, writing and arithmetic, Girl Scouts, and Japanese language classes, we occasionally have a conversation that connects us both in a sometimes deep and usually humorous way. Hopefully, you will be as entertained as we are.
Anymore, More, More
Julia and Daddy are walking to school in the morning. She’s decided she’d like to teach Daddy a little “poetry”…
Julia: OK, Daddy, I want you to repeat after me.
Daddy: Ummmm… OK.
Julia: “I don’t want to go to Mexico no more, more, more. There’s a police officer standing at the door, door, door.”
Daddy: “I don’t want to go to Mexico anymore, more, more. There’s a police officer standing at the door, door, door.”
Julia: No, Daddy, it’s “no more, more, more.”
Daddy: Yea, I don’t like that. It’s a double-negative.
Julia: Yea, I guess what you said works.