Yesterday night, after a full day at LegoLand and the beach, we went to a restaurant for dinner. At the beginning of our meal, Johnathan had asked Amber to explain what a "Nerd" was. She didn't quite know how to explain it and asked me for help. I didn't want to say, "Hey, son, just look at your parents and you will know the definition." So, we let it rest for a bit.
Later on during the meal, Aylee and Johnathan were complaining geometric stuff that I didn't even understand. They were talking about pentagonal prisms and other shapes and what their properties would be.
Seeing a perfect opportunity to explain what a nerd was, I stopped John in his conversation and said, "John, you wanted to know what a nerd is?" He said, yeah. I said, "well, nerds are the type of people who like to talk about pentagonal prisms for fun at a restaurant."
Johnathan didn't think it was funny like Amber, Aylee, and I, even though they were part of the discussion too. Johnathan had a confused look on his face still. He said, "I don't understand, still." I opened my mouth to give him a better explanation, when he continued explaining his confusion. "You see," he said, "I am reading a book right now and the main character got hit in the nerds and it was really painful."
When his true meaning donned on the rest of the 9+ year olds at the table, we were all laughing. Amber laughed so hard she nearly pee'd her pants - and we all know that is a dangerous state for Amber - especially when pregnant.
Well, I didn't want to explain to Johnathan in the restaurant around his laughing sister and mother that what he really read was "nards", not "nerds", and what that is, so I guess I'll have to break it to him sometime this weekend before he asks his teacher at school for some clarification.

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