Watching them play, with their nine-year old competitive juices flowing, they just got excited about a smart bomb. I watched the bomb grow in size, until it was a giant bubble on the TV, and then it exploded.
All I could think to do was groan for them, in their apparent loss. Because, like most bombs, a big explosion does serious damage.
They corrected me, the way nine-year olds do when adults reveal their complete incompetence about stuff they didn’t grow up with.
A smart bomb, when it explodes, makes everyone near it – smarter, more effective. Better.
Smart bomb. Has a nice ring to it. Imagine if you worked on something important and then it sort of exploded in your face. Youch.
Or, “EUREKA!” As in – “Used to express triumph upon finding or discovering something.”