Then I had to explain it to a five year old. A smart, precocious, inquisitive five year old.
Driving outside of town yesterday, we passed an outdoor plant store, one that specializes in palm trees.
"Is that a jungle?! In our city? In Arizona?" Bjorn asked.
"No, that's not a jungle. That's a nursery." I replied.
"Nursery? What's a nursery?"
But just as I was opening my mouth to answer, he stopped me.
"OHHHHH. I know what a nursery is." he said excitedly. "It's like the doctor's office."
It took me a minute, but I finally got it.
Do YOU see the connection?
The English language sucks. I'm just sayin'.