"Today in school we played a game with a gummy worm named Fred and two paperclips and we had to stretch Fred through..." a long story followed. I can't recall it because I wasn't fully listening anymore but I eventually tuned back in, "We did the best and we saved Fred so we got a prize. The prize was a gummy worm!"
"So, you celebrated rescuing the gummy worm by eating his brethren?" asked Big Kid.
"Did you just use the word brethren?" I thought I had misheard.
"Yes, is that weird? I think using a unique word can just make something sound so much better."
"Yeah, no, I don't disagree, that's why I like writing. I'm just impressed."
"It is a good word."
"Yes, it really is, I agree."
"So anyway! I saved Fred and got to eat a gummy worm..." little kid rightfully continued.
"That's awesome. That sounds like a really fun activity for school." I said.
"But it is weird that you celebrated saving a gummy worm by eating a gummy worm."
And it is weird that my 11-year-old can work the word "brethren" into a casual conversation.