As we were on our way to Denver on moving day, moving across the midwest to the mountains, we stopped at McDonald's to grab dinner. I ordered a medium-sized drink for Jack - which was apparently quite a treat.
"Wow, a medium," he said as he filled up at the drink machine.
"Yeah," I replied. "You're living large tonight."
"Actually," he answered. "I'm living medium."
I so love that we have kids smart enough to use nerdy word humor.