Reason number 253 why my son rocks:
Walking home Monday, a group of large sixth graders (meaning they were bigger than my son, who is a five foot tall 7th grader) tried to involve the Impossible Son in a fight by calling him names.
He stopped, frowned, and looked at them. "Why are y'all calling me a bunch of sticks? I know I'm skinny, but duuuuuude..."
They stared at him and said, "Wait... what?"
"That's what faggot means. It's a bunch of sticks."
"No, it doesn't!" one of them said in disbelief while the rest stood there with their mouths hanging open.
"Yeah, it does," he said over his shoulder as he started walking away. "Look it up in the dictionary."
He said by the time their brains finished processing it and they were able to move again, he was too far ahead of them to even bother.
And just in case you were wondering...
|faggot or esp ( US ) fagot 1 (ˈfæɡət)|
|1.||a bundle of sticks or twigs, esp when bound together and used as fuel|
This is what happens when you read fairy tales to your kids when they're little.
Heh heh heh...