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cbertsch ([personal profile] cbertsch) wrote2005-01-02 10:23 am
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My Daughter, the Lawyer-To-Be

Skylar has been pushing to get a dog. I've told her that she can get one when she's 18 or, if she has very good grades, 17. Today she was concerned to learn that the Christmas decorations are coming down. "Why can't we leave them up?" "It's the law," I replied, with a note of parental irony. Undeterred, Skylar pressed on. "Is it a law or a rule?" I admitted that it was, in fact, a rule, but one with material consequences for rule-breakers. "Look," I added, "the rule isn't all bad. If Christmas were celebrated all year, it wouldn't be special anymore. Imagine if everyday were your birthday, Skylar." Skylar thought for a minute. "If everyday were my birthday, I'd get my dog a lot sooner." Then she returned to the abstract side of the conversation. "Why can't we be free from the law?"
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[identity profile] cbertsch.livejournal.com 2005-01-02 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid so. I'm sure the things that Kim and I talk about contribute to her precociousness, but the formulations are all her own. Like yesterday, when she declared, out of the blue, that "We won't have a big change in this country until we have a President who is a woman with darker skin who is also a Democrat." I couldn't help but think that she was psychically warding off Condy Rice.

[identity profile] art-thirst.livejournal.com 2005-01-02 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh my gawd!! *flabbergasted* However, if I'm still teaching when she's old enough I want her in my classroom!
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