Today is the birthday of my daughter, the well-known award-winning deviant.
She is today nine years old.
Because I am her father, I can recall years before she became nine. And can embarrass her, by recounting tales of those days.
Of late I have been remembering when she entered the language of conversation. While today she is a practiced wordsmith, with many artful and completed works to her credit, it was not always so. For once upon a time, when she entered the language of conversation, her utterances were confined to the following:
“I saw a choo-choo going.”
“I know. I see.”
“I didn’t know. I didn’t see.”
I am thinking today that these were wise choices, these words she used to enter the language of conversation. For though there are many other words, in this our language, just about everything that needs to be said, in the language of conversation, can be expressed in those words.
Not everything. But nearly.