Outside of the restaurant we faced the first-world which-child which-car conundrum, and the boys wisely chose to separate. My husband ended up taking Eleven, and Fifteen/Sixteen (Sixteen in a week!) came with me. We two spent the ride home discussing the differences among 'neat,' 'tidy,' and 'clean,' and their opposites 'messy,' 'untidy,' and 'dirty.' One of us used the word 'dichotomy'; the other voiced strong approval of the word choice.
In the other car, unbeknownst to us, a lively discussion was underway about word connotations: Does every word have a kinder word that might be substituted? Example: instead of calling him 'skinny,' we can call him... 'trim.' Instead of calling her 'plump,' how about 'buxom,' 'svelte,' or 'curvy'?
Eleven bounded into the house on Fifteen/Sixteen's and my tails, and burbled, "Mom, what's a nicer way to refer to someone who's always angry?"
"Feisty?," I ventured. "Yes!," shouted Eleven, and pumped his arms in victory.
"Whoa," my husband marveled, as he shut the garage door. "It's as if you were in our car instead of your own!"
I love my (nerdy) family. I really do.