It’s that awkward moment you realize your kid knows more than you think she does.
Grace and I walked along the pond’s edge to a better fishing spot. On our way, the sun exposed an amphibian love tryst, right there in the shallow water. We caught Malik the boy turtle striking a pose in back of Harriet the girl turtle.
Even turtles do the wild thing.
“What are they doing, dad?” she asked.
“Wrestling,” I snapped back (I swear Harriet smirked before I turned away.) “That’s how box turtles settle scores and establish territory. It’s a long tradition, and we should give them privacy. It’s customary for them to play Marvin Gaye albums during the process.”