We’re helping Little Brother* out with geology this evening, and as we move into the unit on volcanos we have found it impossible to say the word “magma” unless we use Dr. Evil voice.
Which is problematic at present, since Little Brother isn’t quite old enough for Austin Powers movies.
At least it gives me a chance to introduce Little Brother to some awesome DadTuneage:
* – He’s not Annoying Little Brother at present because Little Sister is on a class trip to Washington DC. The two will resume using Annoying when they reunite at the conclusion of her field trip.
Full disclosure: I try to keep my political-junkie activity quarantined elsewhere on the internet but once a newsguy always a newsguy. But still…dayum, guys – what in Sam Hill was that middle school locker room mess last night?
This morning I awoke to a discussion between Noodle and Beast that was vastly more substantive:
Noodle: Well, at least when I was 2 and ran outside naked, I didn’t pee in the storm drain!
Beast: Oh, yeah? At least I don’t pick my nose and eat the boogers!
Dad: Already this is a more mature discussion than the Republican debate last night.
Noodle: Wait…who’s running?
Did she just…ask a serious question about…a grown-ups’ topic?
The school bus was due to arrive in 20 minutes, so I put off the secret silent parental fist-pump hooray that she and her brother were taking an interest in how we’re governed, but they did get the ten-cent walkthrough on how the presidential nomination process goes. This led to a mostly non-indoctrinatory discussion of who represents us in Washington, although She and I did say we thought our current congressman and possible future governor was one of the few good-guy standouts, and that Dad got to interview him several times and came away mightily impressed, and She added that pretty much the only other time Dad was more of a shameless fanboy on the job was that one time in 2007 at the Genesis reunion-tour press conference.
Now comes the difficult part: demonstrating to our offspring that while the two parties have presented us with thoroughly disappointing choices at the national level, it’s not like they’re the ones in charge of plowing the streets, making sure the village park is tidy, and ensuring a proper level of gnarliness at the village skate ramp.
Dad is going to have to raise his civic-duty game.