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  • She is six and in love most of all with her kindergarten teacher, the doer of magic, dispenser of knowledge, teacher of reading. A 30-year veteran of show-and-tell.
    Yesterday in their class, my girl tells me, a friend brought soy milk for them all to taste. She liked it, and would like me to get some—the vanilla kind.

    We have that, I tell her, haven’t you seen it? Every morning when I make my latte—I use some dairy milk from the big jug , and some soy milk. It’s in a square carton.

    Do you mean rectangular prism? my daughter asks.

    Yes. That is exactly what I mean, I say.

    Rectangular prism. Rectangular prism. Rectangular prism. Such phonemes. Such names for things the world has. And the satisfaction in calling a shape what it is. And knowing. And having learned what has more sides and is not a square.
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