His Knowledge Of Literature Is A Bit Soft

(I’m home for Thanksgiving during my first quarter of college; I’m 18 and my brother is eight. We’re having a meal and the conversation turns to the classes I’m taking and what I’m learning in those classes.)

Mom: “Well, [My Name], have you read anything good or found any new authors you like?”

Me: *brightly* “Ooh, I like Plato.”

Brother: “I like Play-Doh, too!”