A Chinese restaurant not too far from our place. It’s my wife’s birthday. We’re having a pop quiz.
Me: “What’s the full name of the Enterprise’s first officer?”
One boy: “Picard!”
Me: “No. Besides, that’s not his full name.”
Other boy: “William Riker.”
Me: “Correct.”
Several rounds later (the winner of the previous round becomes the quizmaster of the next).
Me: “What’s William Riker’s military rank?”
One boy: “First officer!”
Me: “No. That’s–something else.”
One boy: “What is it then?”
Other boy: “Commander!”
Me: “Correct.”
One boy: “What’s first officer then?”
Me: “Uhh…”
Many rounds later (one of the boys insists on quizzing us about Greek and Roman gods and goddesses, like I insist on quizzing them about Will Riker).
Me: “What’s the nickname given to William Riker–”
One boy: “Imzadi!”
Me: “No. You didn’t let me finish. I was going to say–by Picard?”
Other boy: “Number One!”
Me: “Correct.”
Funny thing, correctness.