When my kids were younger we took them to Sea World. As we entered Shamoo the Whale’s area, I chose the section that was three rows back from the whale tank. My son, Reese, promptly sat next to me while my sister Barbi, my daughter Amber, and my husband Reese stood aside looking at me as if I was crazy.
My husband says, “You know this is the splash zone, right?”
“You know the whale is going to get us wet.”
“Yes,” I answered waving for the girls to sit down too.
My husband, still standing added, “You know there’s whale piss in the tank, don’t you?”
I’m guessing he didn’t want to sit there.