Yesterday my wife called me at work saying that my daughter (9) had a bad dream about me and wanted to talk to me about it. The phone call went like this:
B - "Hi Daddy"
Me - "Hi Sweetheart, I am sorry you had a bad dream"
B - "I dreamed that you moved to Africa"
Me - "Oh sweety, I'd never move to Africa without you"
B - "I know, but in my dream you did"
A little more father/daughter banter before my wife gets back on the phone.
Me - "She said I moved to Africa without her"
Wife - "That's all! She said you died"
Me - "Put her back on"
B - "Dad.... you were eaten by a lion"
Me - "Oh? So I moved to Africa then I was eaten by a lion?"
B - "Yes, and when I woke up my pillow was wet from crying so much"
I want to assure all of you that I am alive and well. I have no plans to travel to Africa anytime soon. However, much to the surprise of my coworkers my wife and I plan to skydive for our 15th anniversary in May! Sahweet!!! More on that later.
The paradox of insular language
1 year ago
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