"Dik-dik," chirped a tiny voice from the back seat of my car.
I raised my eyebrows at Kraiger. That was his seven-year-old daughter chirping about small antelopes.
"She really likes that animal now," Kraiger explained apologetically. "She saw it on the cover of your book."
"Um, how is she going to explain what she's talking about to her mother and her teacher?"
"It's just an animal, Marie."
It's not like she's said anything wrong. But soon her entire class will be doing this.
"Dik-dik," squeaked the seven-year-old again.