Background: My 14-year-old daughter is taking Tae Kwon Do. She is an orange belt now and a few days ago informed me that she needed a 18" long, 1" diameter stick for class. I went on a stick search yesterday morning but was only able to find 36" long dowels at the two hardware stores in my neighborhood. No problem, we have a saw.
Anyway, back to our story.
The scene: In the car, driving home from Tae Kwon Do.
Me: "How was class?"
Caitlin, eyes shining as she bounces cheerfully around the back seat, energized from the physical activity: "Great!"
Me: "So what do you use the stick for, anyway?"
Caitlin, after the slightest of pauses, probably wondering if she heard me right: "Um . . . for hitting."
Talk about a "duh" moment. I don't know what I was thinking. Twirling? Limbo? Marching band?
Me: "Oh. Yes. Hitting. Of course."
I'm glad my kid has not been ruined by political correctness, even though I have clearly been seriously corrupted by it. Here's to the next generation. Go get 'em, Caitlin!