It was a hot sunny day and I opted for the coolness of new maxi dress. It was the best option for a lady who did not want to shave her legs and look somewhat put together. I put it on, grabbed my sunglasses, wrangled up the kids, and off we went for a family road trip to the zoo.
As we drove along my husband gave me a wink, “Nice to see the girls!”
I looked in the mirror and didn’t realize how low-cut my halter dress actually was and gasped! My girls were giving a show and it was not appropriate zoo attire. It was also too late to change!
It was when we arrived to our destination I ran to the bathroom, to double-check the girls were staying in place, and then headed out to admire the call of the wild.
It was when as we came across the crowded cougar domain my son looked up with a mischievous grin, ” Mom shouldn’t you be in there?”
I paused, “What?”
His voice carried loud, “Well! You are a cougar! Shouldn’t you be in there?”
It was with that the cougar exhibit went quiet, my face went red, the girls felt like they were on display demonstrating my possible cougar prowess. I calmly looked at my son, “Why would you say that?”
His eyes lit-up “Isn’t that what dad calls you?”
I looked over to my husband who seemed to mysteriously move twenty feet away from us. It was from the safety of his hiding spot he felt the burn of my stink eye through my glasses.
I then looked at my son and sternly replied, “No Darling. I’m a puma! I still have a few tricks to learn before being called a cougar!”
He looked at me puzzled, we then looked up, and watched the cougar seductively move for the audience…
What do you think of the term cougar? How do we explain the meaning to our kids?
I am the head clown in my family's circus act! Most days I can be seen with my noise stuck in a good book, spilling coffee down my shirt, and aimlessly wandering about wondering where did I put my glasses.
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