on the outside looking in

I took the boy to the game store today. He's totally with his own kind in there...he knows all the clerks by name, knows when all the new games are coming out, exchanges opinions, debates the merits of what he owns against what he wants. They understand him, can talk about game consoles and anime and the intricacies of Guitar Hero long after the point that I would be resorting to "mmhmm"s and "ah"s to keep the conversation going. I'm like an alien standing off to the side, barely following the conversation. After a while, I gave up trying to understand the finer points of XBox 360 v. Playstation and went to the movie side of the store until he was done shopping.

I think I felt how he feels when I drag him with me to the bike shop. :)

I am just going to go ahead and read between the lines and give you warm congratulations for this "merging two households" business.

Also, get a dustbuster if you don't have one. I love mine so much--it is three thousand times less hassle than dragging out the big ole corded vacuum.