When I was about eight, I casually asked my dad if we could play “the naked man game.”
He froze.
Trying not to panic, he asked carefully, “What’s that?”
I shrugged and said, “It’s the game we play when the babysitter comes over.”
At that point, his heart was probably racing. He tried to stay calm and said, “Okay… can you show me what you mean?”
So I took his hand, walked him to the closet, opened the door, and pointed up at a board game sitting on the shelf.
“Right there,” I said.
It was Operation—the game with the little naked guy on the table.
My dad told me years later that in those few seconds, his mind had gone to the absolute worst place possible. He was preparing himself for a conversation no parent ever wants to have.
And then… instant relief.
Turns out, the “naked man game” was just a battery-powered board game with tweezers and a buzzing nose.
He said he nearly had a heart attack that day—and honestly, I don’t blame him.
