Elysha and I brought the kids to Action Safari this weekend. Stretching the meaning of the words “action” and “safari,” this attraction features a taxidermy museum that made me sad.
Even worse than the enormous number of stuffed animals was the moment Clara called out, “Daddy, what’s a dik dik?”
You can imagine my confusion.
It turns out that Clara was reading a plaque about an African antelope called a dik dik.
Sadly, no adult was present to take pleasure in the enormous number of jokes that filled my brain, just waiting to spill out.
Last night, as Charlie was getting out of the bathtub, he looked down at his chest and apparently noticed his nipples for the first time.
“What are these?” he asked, pointing.
“Nipples,” I said.
“What are they for?” he asked.
Once again, no adult was present for the flood of jokes that filled my mind, desperate to escape.
The right audience is everything.
