Danger Monkey, age 9: “When I grow up, I want to be 5’9″ and no more.”
Me: “That’s very… specific. Any reason why?”
DM: “I read that’s the average height of a High Elf.”
Me: “I support this.”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “When I grow up, I want to be 5’9″ and no more.”
Me: “That’s very… specific. Any reason why?”
DM: “I read that’s the average height of a High Elf.”
Me: “I support this.”
Danger Monkey, age 8: “Hey let’s play Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock. You have to start at level one.”
Me: “So you turned it into an RPG?”
DM: “You are a Level One Rock. Your next upgrade is to meteor, where you get a bonus attack.”
Me: “These are tears of joy, son.”
Geeky Dad is so proud.
Tonight My Wonderful Wife taught our son, Danger Monkey age 7, to wash and chop celery with a full sized chef’s knife.
It took a little bit of practice and I was so nervous I couldn’t even watch.
After a few minutes, I hear the Mama announce he has it down.
He shouts “Achievement unlocked!”
His Geeky Viking dad is so proud.
Is it dusty in here?