Geeking Out

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Mr. Weasel isn't your typical dad type. He doesn't play baseball or basketball or any game involving a ball. He doesn't follow sports and probably would have trouble locating the sports page in a newspaper. He didn't do these things as a kid and he has no desire to start doing them now.

I on the other hand, was an athlete once upon a time. I enjoy both playing and watching. I'm definitely not fanatical about it, but I understand the rules and the strategies and have the interest to keep up with them, if not always the time.

When Boy Weasel, our only son, was born, Mr Weasel cradled him in his arms and brought him up next to my face. "He said, "Son, meet your Mommy. She is going to teach you how to throw a ball someday".

As luck with have it, Boy Weasel isn't much into sports either. If there is ball involved he pretty much just questions "What's the point?". Our first born girl is the athlete in the family. Whouda thunk it?

With a lack of traditional father/son bonding activities, I was curious to sit back and watch how their relationship would develop. Would they ever have special activities that they would enjoy as father and son?

Well over time that answer has unfurled itself, to the annoyance of the rest of us. It's geek stuff. All geek stuff all the time. The latest incantation of this mind numbing phenomenon is none other than Star Trek.

They went to see the movie together. Mr. Weasel was so pent up with excitement you would have thought he was taking his son to the Chicken Ranch after he scored the winning touchdown in a championship football game. He wanted to share with his son the joy that is geekdom and hoped upon hope that Boy Weasel would give him the positive reaction he wished for.

Needless to say they returned from the movie doing the Vulcan hand thingy. Mr. Weasel pulled out the Wrath of Kahn and his entire Star Trek dvd collectors set. I had to ask them "when was the last time you guys even went to the bathroom?". I think they were grateful for the prompt and finally understood why they had become so uncomfortable.

They are now looking at ordering matching Captain's T-s off of the back of a cereal box.

All I can say is That I am glad they found their thing. Although I wish we could divert dinner conversation away from "Chekov wasn't even on the Enterprise in the Wrath of Kahn movie, but he was when the original show aired", because it makes my head spin after a while.

I better go clip some box tops now.

*BTW, if you want to laugh yourself silly *click here* to see NukeDads revenge being exacted from his blunking.