Her Other Culture
Since my wife and daughter returned from their Japan trip, I’ve noticed a distinct change in my daughter. Whereas she left an American girl, she has returned as a camera-toting, sandal-wearing Japanese girl.For a child her age, two weeks immersion is enough to reboot the language and culture chips in your brain. She now nods and bows in conversation, is obsessed with cameras and cell-phones, and yells Japanese expressions at the dog.
The clincher occurred the other morning as I roused her from her crib. She hung her head bashfully low and avoided my eyes, telling me something was “scary”.
“What is scary, honey?”
She pointed to the wall across the room.
"What?"
"Robot."
"A robot?"
She nodded a strong, healthy "Yes".
"Where is the robot?"
She pointed to the wall across the room again to a small stack of boxes my wife was using to pack away clothes my daughter had outgrown. No boogie-man, no monsters, no wolves, no snakes, ...her imagination sees a robot.
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