“The pole dancers.”
10 year-old Trey, when I asked him what his favorite part of his family’s holiday trip to Las Vegas had been.
After Trey’s mother red-facedly explained that they had accidentally cut through the “wrong” entrance to their hotel after the evening entertainment had already begun, she asked him if he’d maybe like to tell me about something else he liked? Maybe the roller coaster? The Egyptian stuff? The all-you-can-eat buffets?
“Nope. Just the pole dancers.”