The DRD

Selah snuck up behind me and goosed me with a... goose. One of the plastic variety. One she found in her toy box.

"Can I take this to the DRD?" she asked.

"The what?" I asked back.

"You know, the DRD," she said. "The place we go swimming."

"Oh, the YMCA," I said. "Sure, you can take that."

DRD. YMCA. At least she knew it was a string of letters!