While on the camping trip I said, “I do” to a question my daughter asked. I don’t recall what was asked, but when I uttered those two words in response she said, “So that’s where I get it.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “Where you get what?”
She measured her words before answering, which is never good. “I sometimes find myself saying, ‘I do,’ but when I say it I stretch the “do” to sound like dooooo.”
“So?” I asked.
“Well, when you just said it you did the same thing. I dooooo.”
“So?” I repeated.
“I just find myself sounding like you sometimes and find that interesting.”
But when she said “interesting” it sounded more like “Lord help me, I’m turning into my mother. Ack, and double Ack!” I narrowed my eyes and searched her face for any hints of a grimace. I found none, but she was kinda smiling. Realizing I’ve crept into her vocabulary all ninja like was the best part of my day.