Nate (My four-year-old, in the back seat): “Is the junk superstrong?”
Mike: “What, buddy?”
Nate: “The junk. Is the junk superstrong?
Me: “Huh? The junk?”
Nate: “Yeah. He’s an all green guy, but is he superstrong?”
Me: (I develop a suspicion, one which my geekier friends have undoubtedly also developed) “Are you reading a comic back there, little guy?”
Nate: “Yeah.”
Me: “Let me see it.” (I reach back and take it, then look at the page he’s been reading.) “Ah, I believe you mean the Incredible Hulk, buddy.”
Nate: “Yeah! The Incredible Junk!”
Me: (To Mike) “You know, I have no doubt his junk IS incredible.”
