I often try to perceive the world as Julia must, just so I can try to appreciate her frame of reference. She has to make every discovery herself. For all she knew, until she figured out otherwise, when we put her down at night we stood outside her door expectantly until morning. She is still under the impression that the sun sleeps at night. I could explain that the sun is a massive ball of fiery elements and that we here on our own rock ball spin around it while our rock ball spins which would necessitate a diversion into gravity and centripetal and centrifugal forces otherwise she might never sleep again for fear that she’d fly off our spinning rock into the dark aether. No, much easier for Mr. Sun to go have a slumber.
Similarly, my daughter has no idea what I do every day when I “go to work”. Indeed, the only tangible thing she relates to work-wise is working in the yard. This has been the case since she first started speaking, when frogs were ling-a-nings and every other animate object was a ga-ga, and when lawnmowers were no-nos. So, when Papa went to work I was “going to work with no-nos”. As a simplifying classification this worked dandy since it gets complex saying “Papa sits in front of a computer and types all kinds of strange letters in this language called C or C++ which gets converted via a process called compiling into executable files that actually execute on cell phones.” Naw, Papa is “going to work with no-nos.” All day long.
Recently Julia had occasion to visit me at work while Mama went for a haircut. I set her up at an empty desk in our office and she sat and cut some paper for a while — she has recently mastered the use of scissors and aches to display her considerable snipping talents whenever possible — and then started examining her environs carefully. Finally she gets up the nerve.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, Juju?”
“Where is your no-no?”
ColdForged’s $1 Question of the Day
This one’s a bit tricky. First one with a winning answer in the comments gets the buck in their Paypal account.
Find one search term at Google where the #1 result points to one of my posts. No, you can’t look for ColdForged or my real name for those that know it.
How sweet. What an angel she seems to be.
I am late to respond, but the keyword ‘catforged’ also meets your criteria. Go figure :).
“Where is your no-no (at work)?”
I would advise keeping her away from new and delete for a while…
Winner!
About the contest:
Google: ling-a-ning-a-ning
Did you mean: ling-a-ling-a-ling ?
Cheers!