My older sons are collecting their old games to sell. (They're still trying to build their own gaming computer.) One son is neat. The other I believe, will be on "Hoarders" someday. Listening to the two of them argue is hysterical. They're like an old married couple.
"You're never going to use this game again."
"It's for sentimental value."
"You sound like Sheldon on 'Big Bang Theory'"
They are, however, working together as a team, and that's always a beautiful thing. Until they unite against me. Here's how it happened. They're going through the cabinet where I keep all the movies seeing if there are any hidden games amidst the DVDs, and Jonah, with a look of horror on his face, his mouth agape says, "You betrayed us!"
He pulls out the DVD of "Casablanca" -- "You had this the WHOLE time."
"Of course I did. It's my second favorite movie."
"You made us GO to the movie theaters to see it! It was here the whole time."
"I wanted you to see it on the big screen!"
He still doesn't get my zeal. "I didn't want to see it at all, and now I know, Mom. I know what you did to us."
"Did to you? It cost me $75 to take you all to that movie, plus popcorn!"
I did, however, learn a valuable lesson. None of them are going with me to see "Les Miserables" -- that's money saved, art enjoyed. (During the movie, Casablanca, Jonah leans over in the middle of it and says, "So this is about a 40's sl** and you wanted us to see this?"
We speak a different language. I will never get Elvin, Star Wars or gaming. They will never get Jane Austen or my classic movie love. Ah, family. Of all the gin joints in all the world, they had to walk into mine...
Here's Sethy graduating today. I have NO more elementary kids, can you stand it? I am officially LAUNCHING!!