Zach, my 14-year-old, comes in and sits down on the bed by my feet.
Zach: Uh... mom?
Me: (I don't look up and continue typing). Yup.
Zach: Can I have a man-over tomorrow.
I look up.
Zach: A man-over?
Me: A man-over.
Zach: Yeah. A man-over.... with Jake.
Me: What's a man-over?
Zach: (completely straight-faced) It's when a guy friend comes for an overnight and we sit around eating beef jerky and talking about trucks.
Me: (I'm still staring at him). Oh my God, Zach. Seriously. Where do you come up with this stuff.
Zach: I'm quite clever.