my wife and i have a running argument. as a term of endearment, she often calls me a dork: a title i am content (from her) to wear. recently, however, i shot the term back at her, but she feverishly denies any claim to dorkdom.
so today in the car i asked my kids, “if you wanted to know how many hits it would take to kill an orc in the swamps of innothule, who would you ask?
in ringing chorus all three kids chimed in, “MOM!”
i love my kids.
my wife’s response involved a neat bit of single-digit sign-language, but she was unable to construct a lengthier retort (unless one counts five full minutes of blushing).