Honey, about our kids' science fiction affliction...

I recently realized how much our kids enjoy science fiction, and...

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It has nothing to do with your Wonder Woman looks nor my Captain America style.

It's not about the Star Wars underoos or Star Trek "Spock" bobble head.

So what if they prefer Lost In Space over Dennis the Menace, or The Iron Giant over Ratatouille?

Can't help that their Star Wars collection already surpasses mine... or that they make "Creature Power Suits" out of View-Master disks?

What's the big deal that they:

• use chunks of firewood as blasters
• have a Grandma who made elaborate protective shields out of giant pieces of cardboard
• became Optimus Prime and Bumblebee for Halloween
• convert their ice-age Viking swords to some Power Ranger.. thing
• pretend the pillows are Tron light cycles...
• prefer stickers with "Anakin" over those with "Manny" or "Dora"
• make flying ships out of their peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
• hold their breath like a space vacuum every time they enter a tunnel
• understand what the phrase "Han shot first" means

Or...

• that their mom secretly saves all women superheroes from the discount bin at garage sales and comic book shops...
• or that their dad has a cardboard cutout of Boba Fett...
• or that you secretly enjoy cuddling up to me on the couch and watching Battlestar Galactica reruns...

Now... wouldn't L. Ron Hubbard or Gene Roddenbery be proud?

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