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i blend with kings, i’d never change a thing

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After dinner tonight, Nolan ran off to IM one of his friends, and left Anne, Ryan, and me in the dining room.

"Dude, you totally need to get me a shirt like that," Ryan said. He pointed to my "Choose your weapon" shirt from Jinx, that features six polyhedral dice.

"Like this?" I said. "What qualifies you for a shirt like this?"

"Dude!" He said, "I totally have a bag filled with those dice in my bedroom!"

"And you use them to actually play . . . when?"

"Well, I’d use them all the time, but someone never made a campaign for me!"

A little bit of me died inside.

"So, you see, I’m still qualified." He leaned back in his chair, and took a long, satisfied drink from his water glass.

"Dude, I’ve been playing D&D longer than you’ve been . . . well . . . anything." I said. "I think I’m a better judge of who is qualified and who is not."

We were playing nerd chicken and I could sense Ryan searching for his next play.

"Besides," I said, "It’s nerdtopia in there — " I pointed toward my office, "so if you really wanted to ‘choose your weapon,’ you could easily take care of business."

Now, here’s the thing: I can’t remember what Ryan said next, but it was a great burn. It was an awesome, classic, soundtrack-stopping burn.

I came back the only way I could: empty parental threats.

"I am such a huge geek," I said. "I will embarrass you so hardcore, you won’t know what hit you." I snorted, for effect.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do to embarrass me?" He said.

"Anne," I said, "You should sleep in tomorrow. I’ll take the kids to school, and I’ll pick them up, too."

"Mom!" Nolan called from the living room, "I think I’m going to ride my bike to school tomorrow, okay?"

Ryan gulped. I went to the kitchen. As soon as I was around the corner, and he couldn’t see me, I smiled to myself. From the dining room, I head Ryan chuckle.

This is how we live. This is why I do, well, everything.

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7 February, 2006 Wil

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27 thoughts on “i blend with kings, i’d never change a thing”

  1. clara says:
    7 February, 2006 at 10:31 pm

    Isn’t it the parents’ duty to embarrass their kids? 😉
    Thanks for the “awwwww” moment, Wil!

  2. CarolP says:
    7 February, 2006 at 10:40 pm

    Okay, this is a little off topic but I just wanted to say that it feels like, in the last few weeks, you’ve been re-bitten by the writing bug. I’ve really been enjoying the posts lately. Good stuff, Wil.

  3. Chuck says:
    7 February, 2006 at 11:00 pm

    I think the ultimate in parental embarassment was when Dave Barry picked up his son, Rob, from middle school in the Oscar Meyer Weinermobile. He used the PA system to say, “ROB BARRY, THIS IS YOUR FATHER. REPORT TO THE WEINERMOBILE IMMEDIATELY.”

  4. SorenT says:
    8 February, 2006 at 12:17 am

    But… when are you actually gonna PLAY with him??

  5. Clay says:
    8 February, 2006 at 12:59 am

    You make me want a family of my own, man. 🙂
    And I have to agree with the previous comment about it being nice to see you writing so much again.

  6. Kathleen says:
    8 February, 2006 at 1:59 am

    oh man, I can’t believe I have never heard of Jinx.com before! I just went and ordered two t-shirts and had to exercise some serious discipline to stop there! THANKS WIL!

  7. joemorf says:
    8 February, 2006 at 2:57 am

    I’m picturing John Candy as Uncle Buck threatening a child with being walked to class while he’s wearing a bathrobe… (but much thinner, and while wearing No Sweat Chucks.)
    ~j

  8. Scix says:
    8 February, 2006 at 5:25 am

    Now to be Truly Groovy, 1) take pictures, and 2) have a campaign waiting for him when he gets home.

  9. Pokerwolf says:
    8 February, 2006 at 5:50 am

    Awesome play, Wil!
    Can’t wait to hear what the follow-up to the story is!

  10. thetraveler says:
    8 February, 2006 at 6:37 am

    I hope he comes home one day wearing a “I Roll 20s” t-shirt & ready to play. 🙂
    I need to get back into playing D&D. Great story.

  11. LadyBug says:
    8 February, 2006 at 6:38 am

    Wil you soooo ROCK as a dad!!!

  12. uneedaklu says:
    8 February, 2006 at 6:57 am

    My kids know they come from solid nerd stock. My small one (age 10) had a great one yesterday. Both my boys both play WoW, and get a limited amount of time each day to play. He wrapped up about 15 minutes earlier than he needed to yesterday, and said “I’ll use the rest of my time tomorrow morning before school, since I have rollover minutes.”
    I almost fell off the couch laughing.

  13. kapgar says:
    8 February, 2006 at 7:18 am

    You remind me of the older brother picking on Elliott in the D&D scene in the beginning of E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial.
    “ooohhhh, I have ultimate power!”

  14. Becky..Absent Minded Housewife says:
    8 February, 2006 at 8:42 am

    My highschool teacher husband has been playing D&D with his students for a few years. They have an afterschool club going. So far no parents have accused my husband of worshipping satan.

  15. VeronicaRobinson says:
    8 February, 2006 at 8:48 am

    Don’t remember what he said, or don’t WANT to remember what he said?

  16. jadeddo says:
    8 February, 2006 at 9:12 am

    So, did you drive him to school with a face mask and rollers in your hair? Fuzzy slippers? Tattered bathrobe? Stand up out of the car, wave and yell “I love you sweety snookums!”?

  17. Mr. Lizard says:
    8 February, 2006 at 9:48 am

    Very early in their lives, my children learned that I am missing the gene that causes a person to be ticklish. We call it “The Tickle Gene”. You may not be aware of this, but little children often do not know how to tickle effectively and you can fake a certain unaffected response when they attempt it. So if you catch them early… you can prevent a lot of painful furute tickling attacks. My son is now 12 years old and still has no idea that I’ve been pulling a very strange practical joke on him for the past dozen years!

  18. BobApril says:
    8 February, 2006 at 1:12 pm

    What a coincidence – I have a “Signs of 40” book (imagine a flip-book of bumper stickers for your desk). I flipped to the next page this morning and found “Embarrassing my children…just one more service I offer.”
    And like Clay said, thanks for the link to Jinx. I’m getting that t-shirt tonight, and the bumper sticker to match!

  19. alicein1derland says:
    8 February, 2006 at 1:29 pm

    I love all your blogs – even some with references I don’t understand. But I especially love the posts about your family. It seems as though you have plenty of laughs in your home and that is so healthy. It gives me warm fuzzies to read!!! Blog on, Wil….

  20. Danyiel says:
    8 February, 2006 at 3:29 pm

    Awesome, Wil, just awesome. I don’t think Nolan will challenge your authority again anytime soon!

  21. ZiggyNJ says:
    8 February, 2006 at 4:02 pm

    I wish we had that much fun when I was a kid. The only dinnertime discussion we ever had was whatever my father wanted to talk about, and it was never fun.

  22. sonjaag says:
    8 February, 2006 at 4:11 pm

    Suuuure you don’t remember what the burn was. We believe you, Wil. 🙂 I’m betting Ryan remembers it, though.
    So did you break out the clown sweater for the ride to school?
    Great post – love the “small moments” stories that remind us how precious each day is.

  23. nekodojo says:
    8 February, 2006 at 4:26 pm

    Never underestimate the embarrasment potential of a Star Fleet ensign’s uniform!

  24. Danyiel says:
    8 February, 2006 at 7:23 pm

    “Never underestimate the embarrasment potential of a Star Fleet ensign’s uniform!”
    LMAO, nedodojo! Hey, he could always break out the Starfleet Uniform, too!

  25. Sumo says:
    9 February, 2006 at 3:54 pm

    Dude, you have to play some D&D with the boys. How long do you think they’ll actually be asking for it? They’ll find other ways to entertain themselves, but you’re missing out, man! If you don’t have time to put together a good dungeon, just grab an insta-dungeon module to get rolling. You do have some old game modules, right? Shrine of the Kuo-Toa? Slave Pits of the Undercity? No? If not, you must know of a used game store that sells them. Here’s a reminder:

  26. gl1tt3r says:
    11 February, 2006 at 1:06 pm

    But does he have fuzzy 20-sided dice on order? No? You win.

  27. Digital Goddess says:
    14 February, 2006 at 7:38 am

    My husband and I are hardcore nerds. I played D&D and Robotech and LOVED them. My dice in all their glittery glory were like treasures to me. But alas, my 10 year old daughter gives me the PATENTED PRE-TEEN EYEROLL whenever I mention it. She shall not be following in my nerdly footsteps. I envy you, and have high hopes for my 4 year old son. 😛

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