I like to think my kids are pretty cool people. Sometimes, though, I have to wonder. Do I just have a completely different idea of what cool is? (Probably, because I happen to think I’m really cool.) Finn, for example, was allowed to go somewhere fun with his Grandma while she’s in town this week. So where did he choose? The Antiques Mall. Seriously. I mean, I think the Antiques Mall is loads of fun. But I am a grown-up woman, not an 11-year-old boy. Lest you start making comments about his budding sexuality, let me just tell you that he did buy something there: a pocket knife. Phew.
York has been rather obsessed with Star Wars lately. His best friend also shares York’s passion. This friend has a bit of a reputation as a dork. This is the conversation I overheard while York was walking out to the car from Middle School yesterday:
Bratty girl: “Hey York, where’s your nerdy friend?”
York: “He’s not a nerd, he’s a Sith.”
Um, York, that’s not exactly dispelling the nerd reputation. I guess it could be worse, though; he could be obsessed with Star Trek.