Apparently, there's a candy now called "Nerds." The Boy got some in his Halloween loot, and opened the box after dinner last night.
The following ensued.
TB: NERDS!
The Wife: (chuckle)
DD: Ouch.
TB: I like nerds!
The Wife and DD: (chuckle)
TB: Mmm. Nerds are sweet.
TW/DD: (snarfle)
(TB spills some.)
TB: Uh-oh! There's a nerd by The Girl!
TW: There certainly is.
DD: Harumph.
TW: How do you feel about that, DD?
DD: Exposed. I've been outed.
TB: Huh?
DD: Do you know what a nerd is?
TB: No.
DD: Good.
TW: Someday, you'll hear that there's a nerd by TG.
DD: She could do a lot worse.
TW (smiling wryly): Mmm-hmm...
In which a veteran of cultural studies seminars in the 1990's moves into academic administration and finds himself a married suburban father of two. Foucault, plus lawn care. For private comments, I can be reached at deandad at gmail dot com. The opinions expressed here are my own and not those of my employer.