(The boy climbs into the car)
Me: “We’re just going into town to pick up some things. Why did you run back into the house?”
Danger Monkey, age 9: “I almost forgot my dice. I have a special pocket in my fleece just for my dice bag and some pencils in case anyone ever wants to play D&D.”
Me: … (sniff)
DM: “Daddy, are you crying?”
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.
Very Vocal Viking 