ACK! I knew I should not have left it out. I only dragged it out of storage because I was contemplating selling the contents on eBay.
They were there stacked on the floor when the kids came to visit. I knew I should have left them boxed up. Hidden them in the closet. Put them on the top shelf... ANYWHERE but out in the open.
But I didn't. Instead, as I obliviously microwaved dino-nuggets and prepared mac & cheese, I heard that innocent little voice say, "Dad, what's Dungeons and Dragons?"
I shouldn't complain. I shouldn't worry. Heck, it could mean a secession in the requests for Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh and Magic cards.
I'm not worried about the geek or fantasy factors. These kids already play Gauntlet, Gladius and Runescape. I've already invested a few hours into the "there is no such thing as a real Pokemon" conversation. D&D can't be any worse than that.
BUT THEY EXPECT ME TO BE THE DUNGEON MASTER! This is because I forced my 10-year-old sister to create a character, isn't it? Actually, this may be fun. It is a whole lot better than watching the boogers play Gameboy or sort Yu-Gi-Oh cards. And it is one more thing that will encourage Patrick to read. Now, should we force their sister to play just like we make her play the occasional board game? [insert maniacal laughter here]
