Tuesday, January 26, 2010
My husband Jeff is a musical/mathematical/computer genius-type. He fostered his nerdishness as many of his fellow nerd-men do, with an early obsession with Star Wars. In order to ensure that his genetic code for inverse hyperbolic trigonometry gets passed down to the next generation, Jeff has gifted Bob with his childhood collection of Star Wars action figures circa 1979.
Bob is still too young to see the Star Wars movie, but he loves the action figures which he affectionately refers to as his "robots." He is intent on learning all of their names and recently checked out a book from the library that lists of all the characters and their resumes. Bob has now chosen his career path.
"Mama, when I grow up I am going to be a robot teacher at Star Wars School. I'm going to teach Darth Vader not to be bad anymore. He was good before but now he's bad but I can help him remember the way to be good. I am going to teach Busk not to be so greedy anymore and only need his share and also I will teach the bounty hunter robots to only work for the good side. Oh and "Chee-backa" is just a nice guy so he won't need robot school because he is a Wookie. See this picture of R2D2? I think they took the picture in the Star Wars bathroom. It looks like that. So, also after I teach all of the robots to be good, then they can move out of Star Wars and into our neighborhood. That will be excellent. Super excellent."
Next stop, calculus.