We are sitting around MJ's office and it's very exciting because he's just got home late from the train. Jane, who is up well past her bedtime, is explaining that today's reading lesson involved compound words.
She and I had discussed this earlier.
Beanbag, I said.
Weekend, she replied.
I thought we understood each other.
In the office, MJ says to Jane, "So, give me a compound word."
Beanbag, I think. Weekend.
"Batshit," she says, giving me a significant look. "Completely and totally batshit."