I think it’s because David Attenborough feels like a force of nature—permanent, timeless, and slightly otherworldly. We forget he’s a human who had a family. He’s not just the voice of Planet Earth; he’s a dad who probably once changed a nappy while growling, “This is a remarkable specimen of waste disposal.”
Plus, the internet loves to panic. Every few months, a fake headline like “David Attenborough’s Son Tragically…” pops up, and we all take a deep breath only to realize it’s clickbait. So relax: Robert and Susan are fine. Go ahead and watch a baby elephant trip over a log without guilt.