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Out of the mouths of babes...
Jan. 5th, 2009 09:57 pmFound a journal note I made on my trip to Chicago for Bear Pride in '06, don't remember if I ever posted it.
I was on the plane back to ATL and seated across the aisle from me were a father in his late-20's perhaps and his very young daughter, maybe 3 or 4. They were having a very intense discussion-cum-argument over her identity.
She: (frankly) "I'm not a daughter."
He: (calmly) "You're *my* daughter."
(stridently) "But I'm the Phoebe!"
(patiently) "You're my daughter whose *name* is Phoebe. You can be a daughter and Phoebe at the same time."
(sullen pause) "I'm not just your daughter!"
(quizzical) "You aren't?"
(emphatically) "NO."
I was on the plane back to ATL and seated across the aisle from me were a father in his late-20's perhaps and his very young daughter, maybe 3 or 4. They were having a very intense discussion-cum-argument over her identity.
She: (frankly) "I'm not a daughter."
He: (calmly) "You're *my* daughter."
(stridently) "But I'm the Phoebe!"
(patiently) "You're my daughter whose *name* is Phoebe. You can be a daughter and Phoebe at the same time."
(sullen pause) "I'm not just your daughter!"
(quizzical) "You aren't?"
(emphatically) "NO."
