As I mentioned on Monday, we went to the Superior Dome this weekend.
As we were driving up to it, Peter says, “Look! It’s the Naked Dome!”
“What was that?” I asked.
“The Naked Dome! I looks like a naked body!”
I looked at it more closely. In the afternoon sunlight, it’s usual gray tint had taken on a light tan color. And it looked like a flesh-colored version of this:
“Yeah! It’s a boob!” piped in Robert.
I am never going to be able to go to a football game without snickering ever again.