I had just finished telling Bobby a story about a kid who lived in the neighborhood where I grew up, when I decided to add one final anecdote. “He and I used to look at each other’s Magic cards every morning at the bus stop.”
“How old were you?!” Bobby exclaimed.
“I was in sixth grade and he was in fourth.”
Bobby looked floored. “And you showed him your vagina?!”
“What are you talking about? You know, Magic: The Gathering? That game kids used to play?”
“Ohhhhhh,” he said, visibly relieved. “I thought you said magic parts.”