Before my little Gibson was born, I'd be at toy stores and comic book shops buying him Batman bobble heads and stuffed Yoda dolls. My wife would look at me with utter disgust. I could only imagine what was going on in her head.
"Why the f*ck did I marry this geeky asshole?"
Is being a geek that unattractive? I guess so. I'm not much to look at anyways. But is my interest in comic books and Star Wars that unappealing?
I have a small collection of Batman action figures that I wanted to put up in Gibson's room. You know, to fend off any bad guys who are looking for trouble. I set them up on his dresser. You'd better believe my wife wasn't having that shit. She tried to hide them from me in the basement. I found them after a few weeks, and put the back in Gibson's room. She again took them down and are now in his closet. So his crib is lined with Batman, Yoda, Darth Vader and Chewbacca. All of them stuffed. Not action figures. My wife has recently began to loosen up a bit about my geekery toward Gibson. She's even been a little encouraging. A few weeks ago she actually purchased the little guy a Superman onesie, which I thought was pretty cool indeed. It was from the Gap, and it's Superman, but still pretty cool. Not that Superman is lame. He's not, I dig Superman, but I wanted him to have a Batman onesie to match my Batman shirt.
I guess I should take what I can get. She's actually dressing him in it. It made me proud to see him dressed like that.
I just bought him this bitchin' shirt:
He wore it to my aunt's house tonight and soaked it in piss. Maybe he doesn't want to be a geek after all.
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