None of us want this blog to turn into the Family Circus (er, well, one of us secretly does), but here's a strange little conversation Sophie and I had last night:
Sophie: Someday I'll be as tall as you, daddy.
Me: Yeah, maybe when you grow up.
Sophie: Then we can get married.
Me: Well, you can't marry your daddy, but you'll find another boy to marry.
Sophie: Like maybe someone whose wife died.
Me: Yeah...or maybe someone who hasn't been married before.
Sophie: No! Someone whose wife died, and he'll be lonely and want another wife!
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Looks like she's got it figured out already! It's cute enough that I'll overlook the gross misapostrophication fo who's instead of whose. Unless of course she was pronouncing the apostrophe. which is possible. though i am led to wonder from where she gets these ideas? How macabre.
Yeah, there was a glottal stop there, cocksucker. But what do you mean by "fo"?
I don't know where she ever heard of people remarrying after their spouses die. Maybe it was that animated version of "Fanny and Alexander" I bought her...
Or from "A Child's Collection of Poe"? Or maybe "Victorian Tales to Terrify your Tot"? We just bought that for Ollie.
I don't believe "misapostrophication" is a word.
Fuck you. Is so a word.
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