Rhino Rampage by Tom Allman
All signs and portents had been pointing to this fateful ending. The unpleasantness could no longer be delayed. It was time to tell the 3year old we were leaving the zoo.
This dangerous and distasteful task called for tact, diplomacy and logic. Or, a really great lie.
Don’t roll your eyes at me, I’d like to see you drag a screaming 3yr old a mile and a half through the zoo.
So I told her that a rhinoceros had escaped and we were evacuating.
She warned (loudly) everyone we passed that a rhino was running amuck! Strange and condescending looks were cast. Did she know the truth? Maybe, but letting dad make an ass off himself is more fun than a tantrum any day.