crazy

Sometimes you're a dork, sometimes you're not. I guess versatility is the key.
Last night while playing bingo at his school I asked one of his classmates (Madeline, 52 pounds of stick straight blonde Minnesota) if he is as weird at school as he is at home. She said "No", then returned to quietly playing her card. A few bingo calls later she looked up at me with a hint of pink in her cheeks and said, "He's just crazy."
That's my boy.