This evening I was out front weeding the flowerbed. John came over and began helping. He reached down to pull out a weed and hit his thumbnail into the brick lining the flowerbed. He yelled, "Ouch!" and when I asked him what happened he told me, "Nothing, I'm just a dork."
"No you're not." I said.
"Yes, I am! No one else does that same thing to their nails every day."
"I do stuff like that all the time."
John said, "Guess that makes you a dork too."
"Well then, it's a good thing we are married." I said. "We can be dorks together."
Eli had wandered over by us as we were having this little conversation and he piped up and said, "I'm not a dork, I'm not married!"
Hopefully, someday you will be a dork too son. :) lol