Fifteen years ago, when I was still in high school, when I approached my mother with some bold request, I heard in response:
What are you, Kamikaze? (with the hint that the dad will not evaluate and the consequences can be deplorable)
I: Who is the Kamikaze?
Take a look at the dictionary!
I went and looked, I came back.
M: What did you understand?
I: I understand, but it is strange.
M: What is strange?
I am a Japanese pilot with a Georgian surname.