“Dad, can we go to a real desert someday? Like they have in Egypt?” My Six Year Old asked.
“Well,” I said, “your great grandma lives in a real desert and you have visited her so you’ve been to a real desert. But if you want to go back we can drive there.”
“Do they have those triangle things, like in Egypt?” she asked excitedly.
“You mean pyramids? They don’t have pyramids.”
“No, not pyramids. Those triangles that are just made of sand that piled up.”
“Do you mean sand dunes?” I asked.
“Yeah! Do they have sand dunes?”
“Yes,” I said, “they have sand dunes.”
“Wait,” she said with sudden concern, “do they have scorpions?”
“Yeah,” I said, “they have scorpions. But not too many.”
“But are they poisonous?” she asked.
“Well, you can just avoid the scorpions.” I told her.
“Oh!” she said with great relief in her voice, “so, like, they have signs and stuff to tell you where the scorpions are so you can avoid them.”