This is what happens when you are the mother of a son
You start loving things like this
and get all caught up reading this and get completely fascinated by this
and being on the lookout for stuff like this, and this and maybe even this,
join in the "AWWWWWESOME!" chorus when you find things like this,
will try desperately to find bins and tubs and cute ways to contain all this business,
consider actually spending your income on crap like this,
will try to figure out how to DIY things like this out of 47 of these,
will start getting sort of uncomfortably unfamiliar with things like this (but not that, I would totally still play that)
and will get a big old geeky kick out things like this.
You start referencing this and this and these and those. Often. Too often. It scares your grrrlfriends. Especially the ones without children. Also the ones with little grrrls, because they may end up going to prom with your son and you will be the wackadoodle mom snapping photos while jabbering on about Darth Maul's two-bladed lightsaber out of nervousness that someone's going to lose something other than a rose-and-baby's breath corsage in the back seat of your Honda CR-V.
And you will love it. Love it love it love it.
And really, only because you love him. Love him love him love him.
Reader Comments (9)
I seriously loved thinkgeek before having my son but even more now that I have my son to get all excited over the stuff.
Ground Hog Day and Nat'l Talk Like a Pirate Day.
ARRRGH, shiver me timbers.