An odyssey in household dialect.
When my son was 8, he asked if he could have a sugar cube. Back then, my collection of tea-making supplies was on a shelf at elbow height. That meant the jar of sugar cubes was at an 8-year-old’s eye level.
I said yes, and he got a sugar cube.
A short while later, he informed me that the sugar cube was tasty, but he thought he should get another one to scientifically confirm that it was tasty. I agreed that he should get another sugar cube for science.
As he got the cube, I could hear him declaring, “SCIENCE!”
Years later, when he was a teenager, I would still hear him holler that from across the house when he got a sugar cube out of the jar.