So we’ve got friends over Friday night, and they have a daughter who I believe is just over 1 (she’s been walking a few months). The father, a dedicated sports fan, tells her “Do Touchdown!” and she squeals and throws her arms up in the air. It’s very cute. This makes me think of high school and the two cultures that arose between the sports kids and the nerdy kids, I of course being one of the nerdy kids. “It’s funny how different our kids will end up,” I said. “Brendan, who’s on Daddy’s watch?” “Shakespeare,” my 2yr old son replies. I swear, I totally meant to demonstrate that the sports guys raised their kids with more of a sports mentality, while the nerdy kids raised their kids to be nerds. It was harmless, but apparently not well thought out. “Are you calling my kid stupid?” asked the mother. “Ummm……” said I. “I think you are, I think you just called my kid stupid.” Awkward! She was at least partially joking – it’s not like they stormed off or anything – but the conversation rapidly turned to other subjects.