Things have gotten awfully geeky in this house. In a way that has made me unbelievably excited. Right now, the boys are reenacting the duel from Empire Strikes Back (except that LK wants to win). The Oldest Kidlet, wearing the Vader mask, is doing his best to sound like Vader. “No, I am your father.” pause. “Now you say No. Say NO, [LK]!!!”
At least he actually knows the line.
They also got to watch The Phantom Menace. The Oldest Kidlet asks me to tell him when they get back to Naboo for the lightsaber duel. The Little Kidlet will watch the whole thing. And get this, neither of them find Jar Jar funny. At all. Instead, both of them are enthralled by Anakin and pretend that they’re “kids in Star Wars” too. So there, George.
The unexpected side-effect of all of this is that my Star Wars geekiness is rubbing off on my in-laws. My mother-in-law (who usually prefers chick flicks) watched The Phantom Menace with me and asked me right away when we were going to watch Episodes II and III. When I explained that those two were darker than the other movies, so we were going to wait, she asked if she could borrow the DVDs.
This week is “Spirit Week” at the Little Kidlet’s preschool. Today was Pajama Day (and the K-8 students were treated to a visit by the In-n-Out truck. Pajamas and In-n-Out? WOW), and tomorrow is “Nerd” Day – which doesn’t exactly sit well with me. I was (and am) a geek/nerd. I was fortunate enough to go to schools with substantial gifted/Honors/AP tracks, and because there were so many of us in the tracks… I wasn’t seen as too much of an outsider. But I wasn’t cool by any means. I was in choir in middle school, and found my home as a drama nerd in high school. Everyone knew me, but I wasn’t popular. I was just the girl you went to for help with science and math homework. Even after ditching my glasses for contacts, I wasn’t exactly dateable.
After consulting Twitter about what to do (I was leaning towards putting LK in a Star Wars tee and calling it a day), I got these wonderful tweets:
@whitneyd Have them dress normally and say they are dressed as nerds
— Kevin Manion (@VaderManion) March 12, 2012
So I responded:
@VaderManion I was half tempted to have him wear a hoodie and jeans and say he was dressed like Mark Zuckerberg.
— Whitney Drake (@whitneyd) March 12, 2012
@whitneyd Dress them as old nerds like Tesla and Turing. Or Edison v Tesla? Eh?
— Tristan J Tarwater (@backthatelfup) March 12, 2012
Which makes me want to run out right now and have the boys dress up like Edison and Tesla with awesome old timey hair and mustaches. I know. I’m weird.
When I mentioned Nerd Day to my oldest son, he looked at me. “But you’re a nerd. He should just dress like you do in a cool shirt and jeans.” Awesomely put, kiddo.
I’m sure I’m overreacting. But honestly, why pick a day for kids dress jokingly as a group that’s already being mocked?
Update: While dropping LK off at school, I saw a lot of kids dressed as stereotypical nerds. We went with a Star Wars shirt- and LK proudly told his teacher that he was dressed like his dad who knows everything about computers. (TheBoy works in data management, which involves a lot of scripting. And he wears geeky tees with jeans every day to work)
I was a bit miffed, but on the way home I passed the school’s athletic field. It’s a K-8 school, and the older kids have a walking club that meets before school. I saw lots of nerds. Then I saw two kids in Hogwarts robes (Gryffindor) and a boy chasing someone with what appeared to be a sonic screwdriver. He was dressed as Eleven, who let’s face it, is fairly nerdy.
While sharing about it on Twitter, Misa (@ILiveWith3Cats) wondered if maybe it was a Nerd Pride day. And for the nerdy kids at the school, it seems as though that’s the way they took it. And that? That I can live with.