dad: whaddya got there, son
son: soy milk
dad: hola milk, soy tu padre
okay but for real jim kirk would be one of those dads. a kid trotting up to him like “dad, i’m hungry.”
“hi hungry,” jim replies. “i’m dad.”
a one-quarter vulcan kid trotting up to him. “dad, i am experiencing the sensation of hunger.”
“hi, experiencing the sensation of hunger,” jim replies. “what a mouthful. why didn’t we name you something shorter? anyway, i’m dad. no need to be so formal.”
