I was up late, reading a random mom blog (see list, bottom right), when it struck me: My World of WarCraft account is older than your kids. For some reason that amuses me.
I took the day off work when it launched (see date above) to buy it and start playing. I got in about an hour or so of play time before the servers crashed and stayed down for pretty much the rest of the day. It was worth every glorious minute.
Yes, I am a huge nerd (see photo). I am already torturing my wife with talk of getting the kids to play Dungeons & Dragons with me. I think she's planning to soundproof the living room so she doesn't have to listen to it.
I realize that there's a pretty solid probability that the kids won't dig D&D. To my horror, they might actually be one of those other types... the kind of folks that I try to avoid.
I'll hang myself from that bridge when I come to it. But in the meantime, I'll sit and daydream about little Steve or John or Billy or Katie or Jen or Alicia or whatever their names are...
...sitting around a table laden with miniatures and maps and polyhedral dice...
("Dad! Tell him to leave my dice alone! He's gonna suck the luck right out of them.")
("Stop touching your sister's dice. And would it kill you to print out a new character sheet from time to time?")
...being huge nerds with their dad. Co-nerds. Slaying dragons and fighting wizards and torturing mom with talk of experience points and trips to the game store.
Or if they're not into role-playing games, maybe I'll be able to build a rapport over comic books. As long as they follow the house rules and only read Marvel, of course. DC Comics will be cause for time-out.
("What is this? Green Lantern? Go to your room!")
("Aw, man! Tired of reading about mutants...")
At the very least I should be able to rope them into Words with Friends.