May 2, 2007

• One, Two, Three, Four, FAHVE!!!

  My half-Yankee daughter is embracing her Southern heritage. When she talks, she sounds like a pre-civil war Southern gentlewoman. Today, she was on a mission.

  “Where’s my paper news?!” I assume that’s to distinguish from her television news? I knew it. I have a child prodigy. Every other parent can think it, but I know it. My child wants her paper news.

  “What do you need the newspaper for, honey?” I asked, hoping for a dissertation on the state of local politics.

  “I see a flaw!” A flaw, I’m thinking. Once we get those Fords out of office, the flaw’s all gone, right?

  Moments later, she was running around the house swinging one of Daddy’s newspapers in the air like a demon possessed. “I can’t get it, Mommy! I can’t get that flaw! Where’d it go?!”

  Ahem. I did NOT give her that accent. Don’t look at me.

   

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