Pigtail was in the car while I was on the phone with The Gorilla. His big voice comes over the speakers through the Bluetooth system when we're talking, frequently making the kids giggle and wonder where he is hiding.
He was telling me about his night out and mentioned that he met up with a well known athlete.
"Was he swamped?" I asked, meaning by fans that sometimes make a dive bar scene a little less cozy.
"Not really," said The Gorilla. "A little, but it wasn't bad."
"What does swamped mean?" inquired the little voice behind me. Once we prodded her to ask what words meant if she didn't understand, I've been forced to try and define most of my lexicon.
"In this circumstance, I'm asking daddy if people approached his friend to take a picture with him or get his autograph."
"Why would people want to take his picture?" she wondered.
"Because he's on tv sometimes, so people know who he is."
I was at a stoplight, my foot firmly on the brake.
"Just because he's on tv?" she furthered, still confused.
I glanced in the rear view, at my little child who didn't understand that being seen by the public on a regular basis was in fact a phenomenon.
Her daddy finally piped in.
"If Elmo were sitting and eating lunch, wouldn't you want to go talk to him?"
"YES." she said, in awe of picturing Elmo eating a meal but also in reverence to the name alone.
"It's kinda like that." He finished, triumphantly. I smiled to myself and moved the car forward to make my turn.
Pigtail stared out the window, a little bored.
A few minutes later as we entered the freeway she asked, "Is there traffic?"
Oh, my baby Angeleno.