As I've mentioned many times previous, Dear Daughter has an unlimited wealth of latent knowledge that rears up at random times. She absorbs everything and then it all just stews inside her until she has an opportunity to apply it.
Tonight at bedtime, as I snuggled under the covers with her in the darkness she randomly brought up some questions. "Mommy, why were those branches in the bottom of the tank at Wonders of Wildlife and that fish died? Why, Mommy? Was it because of piss poor management?" I wasn't sure I understood the question correctly or if I really just heard my four-year-old daughter use the phrase "piss poor management," so I asked her for clarification. "Well, you remember at the bottom of the excavator (which means escalator) where the fish tank is. That great big fish tank, and there were branches on the floor?" I had no idea what she was talking about. She began getting impatient. "At WONDERS OF WILDLIFE!" Okay. I got that part. I was still trying to figure out if she had really said "piss poor management." Still trying to get me to understand, she said, "You know, Mommy. Where that big fish was dead and it was in the branches. Was that because of piss poor management?"
That's when it clicked. She had combined two different experiences together. Last December we had one last visit to Wonders of Wildlife before they closed their doors for awhile. On that visit there was a large dead fish caught in some branches at the bottom of a very large floor-to-ceiling aquarium. Apparently that really stuck with her. In recent dialog around here she has, no doubt, heard the phrase "piss poor management" when discussing Wonders of Wildlife. It's a bit of an inside joke around here that really isn't a joke at all. I told Dear Daughter that I'm certain that "piss poor management" is behind a whole lot of stuff around that place. I'm not sure if you still read this regularly, Grandpa H, but this one was just for you!