There comes a time in every parent’s life when it becomes evident that they obviously did everything right, because their child is high-five calibre smart.
Well, I guess maybe this doesn’t happen to parents of stupid children, but I digress.
I need no reminder that my teenage daughter Gwen Junior is one smart-ass kid (both figuratively and literally), but a text message this morning was a pleasant reminder that she seriously rocks the casbah.
There’s a poster on the subway that I noticed a few weeks ago, and I couldn’t help but laugh because it’s just so tacky. It’s an ad for a no-frills funeral service here in Toronto. I remember laughing about reading such a depressing ad on the way to work every morning, and even took a picture of it:
This morning, I received a text message from my daughter, who was on her way to school. It read:
Funerals have finally become affordable. ”improving on the traditional through convenience and affordable choices” whoever made this ttc poster needs to go back to school.
I knew right away what poster she was talking about, but spent a few minutes wondering why she thought the ad designer should “go back to school” based on that line (which, although you may not be able to see it in my photo, is in the gold bar). Then, it hit me: she thinks the grammar’s bad!
See, the way I initially read it, “convenience and affordable choices” sounded okay, because the convenience of the service and the affordable choices it offered were mutually exclusive. But evidently, my daughter felt that “convenient and affordable choices” was the correct way to go about it, illustrating that the choices were convenient as well as affordable. Which… makes total sense.
It could be argued that both ways are technically correct, but this illustrates that my daughter can, and does, explore alternate and improved ways of expressing one’s thoughts and intentions. Which I think is fucking awesome. So I replied with a ‘Omg ur right, it should be “convenient and affordable choices’. Good eye!” and spent the rest of the morning basking in my obvious superiority as a parent and all-round human being.
