A story from one of my favorite parents

So we’re driving down the freeway rocking out to the hit sounds of Lady GaGa, when, from the cheap seats (the third row), Autumn inquires quite out of the blue…."What’s a Disco Stick?”. Nicole and I turn to each other with a tinge of fear in how to respond. While there is some minor debate and interpretation on the internet regarding the exact definition of a Disco Stick, the general consensus is that it refers to a certain male anatomical part. We quickly devise a crafty answer, “Well, it’s a sparkly cane that you use when dancing to disco music.”…..silence….. Nicole and I thought we dodged a bullet…. Until….about a minute later of obvious deep thinking she says, “How do you ride a Disco Stick?”