Alice can type her name but still disputes the presence of the terminal letter ‘E’. We had a bit of an argument about that, which I had mostly forgotten until I picked up Alice from daycare. She took me over to show me her name tag, confident that it would prove Dad wrong by demonstrating the complete lack of the letter ‘E’ at the end of her name. Sadly, there it was, plain as day.
Alice: See, there is no ‘E’ there.
Dad: Yes there is.
Alice: No there’s not.
Dad: What’s this right here, then?
Alice: That’s not an ‘E’.
Dad: Yes it is.
Alice: No!
Dad: What is it then?
Alice: Not an ‘E’.
Dad: Ah.
I will grant that it was a lower case ‘e’, but still — what does it say for our relationship if my own daughter doesn’t trust me to identify alphanumeric characters?