A couple days ago, while we were driving, my daughter asked me out of the blue: “What’s that jellyfish?”
Since driving with my daughter is a non-stop sensory overload and string of questions, I figured it was on a sign or a bumper sticker or a cloud or something, and, not seeing a jellyfish, ignored the question.
Last night it came again, on our way home from softball, “Daddy, what’s that jellyfish?”
No clue, honey, but boy you were hitting the ball well tonite.
This morning we’re driving to school, it comes again, “What’s that jellyfish?”
“Honey, what are you talking about?
“Right there, between the arrows!”
I looked, and lo and behold: a Jelly.
