My eldest daughter, still nine, was reading her Daring Book for Girls book, enjoying all the trivial items in it. She takes after me in this way. And out of nowhere she starts a conversation:
Darby: Mom, do you know what I don't like about going to school?
Mom, hesitantly waiting for bad news: Uh, what?
Darby: The quotidian sameness of it all.
Mom: What's that?
Darby: You know, the way every day is the same and nothing ever really changes.
Mom: Same with me making dinner. Although I never thought it was quotidian.
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