This morning, as we were driving to our Quaker meeting, our family stopped at an intersection where nine or ten girls from a local high school rally squad were standing on the corners, holding signs that said things like "Go Trojans!" and "Oh, yeah, Trojans," and hollering for cars to come into the gas station to participate in their car wash fundraiser.
While we waited for the light co change, I smiled through the window at the girls and muttered to Craig, "Can you imagine being a Trojan? Having your team name be 'the Trojans'? How do the other teams not just laugh at them?"
"Yeah," said Craig seriously. "But at least they get to chant: 'We've got condoms. Yes, we do. We've got condoms. HOW 'BOUT YOU?"