My six-year-old son is amazing and annoying in equal parts. He talked to me for about a half hour about Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader, including the fact that Darth Vader has a Sith mark, which is how you know he’s evil. He told me, in detail, how to play a game online about The Clone Wars. Yet, when I said it’s great that he’s such a Star Wars fan, he replied that he’s not a fan.
Maybe he just doesn’t understand the word. I have problems with it myself sometimes. I may be addicted to Lost, but I rarely call myself a fan because that’s just crazy talk. Indeed, the word fan comes from “fanatic,” which is where the crazy comes in. But what does a six-year-old know about crazy? Doesn’t everybody teach their parents “monkey language” which they made up when they were babies after jumping out of their cribs five times? Apparently, I am losing my memory too. I don’t remember the monkey language or the fake snoring, which he swears he did because he was “overacting.” Personally, I think his Dad is remembering some of this for him, although he still does overact.
I guess I still have time to teach him to be proud of his geekiness – and learn monkey language. By the way, I’m told the word for “banana” sounds a lot like “happy, happy.” Imagine that!
