When I finished up my work yesterday, I walked out into the living room to see how Nolan was doing. He was playing Warcraft (non-MMO version.)
"Hey," I said, "how was your day?"
"It was good," he said. He drove his little hero dude across the map, and rained furious death down upon some other player. The game announced that Nolan was GODLIKE.
"Nice 1" the vanquished foe said in the game's chat, in a shocking display of good sportsmanship.
"Dude, you owned that guy," I said.
Nolan looked up at me and smiled. "Yeah, I'm doing well this match."
I watched him for a minute, not because I care all that much about the game, but because I'd been working since he got home from school, and I'd hardly seen him at all.
"Hey," he said, "the weirdest thing happened to me today!"
"Oh?" I said, "What's that?"
"This girl came up to me and started talking to me about D&D, because of my shirt."
He was wearing the +20 Shirt of Smiting T-shirt I gave him last year.
"And she was all, 'I used to play a dwarf, but now I play an elf, and I won't play half orcs because they're seriously ugly.'"
"Dude." I said.
"Yeah!" He said, "and she was hot!"
"Well," I said, "if you need a refresher course in D&D, you know where to find me."
"Thanks," he said.