On the way home from a fabulous dinner tonight with some new friends, Eric asked me, “What complicated toy are we going to get the Boy this Christmas?” To which I replied, “Huh?” He says, “You know, like the kitchen we got last year that took 4 beers and all of ‘Knocked Up’ and ‘Superbad’ to put together”

From the back seat, we hear, “What’s knocked up? Knocked up?? What’s that?!” As we dissolve into laughter, the crescendo only rises, “What IS that?! Knocked up?!”