‘What are you writing?’ I asked my nine-year-old daughter as she sat at the kitchen table doing her homework.
‘A recount,’ she said.
‘What’s a recount?’
She looked at me with utter disdain. ‘Duh! A recount.’
I calmly explained that you could recount an event in a piece of writing, but that didn’t make what you’d written a ‘recount’.
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