"Are you bored," she asked while we were browsing through Babies R Us.
"No," I replied. "Just thinking."
She didn't believe me, which I guess makes sense. We were walking through the Wal-Mart of baby stores looking for items for our yet to be conceived child. Yes child fever has hit and it's a sure bet that we'll be trying for one shortly after our nuptials.
As Kelly looked at the items she was busy wondering what would match for either sex as I kept thinking how cool a lot of this stuff is. My folks didn't have motorized rockers, car seats that strap to a stroller, or car seats at all for that matter. Yes the baby industry is huge with products that protect and spoil our precious little snowflakes. I saw all sorts of stuff that advertise how your infant will face certain doom if they don't drink from certain bottles and the like. I even saw homeopathic remedies, which I find personally disgusting.
"Honey," I said. "I want a hovercraft stroller."
"Sure," she replied. "You go right ahead." Every man who's ever been in a relationship knows exactly what girls mean when they say that.
What I held back is the fact that I want a water gun strapped to it as well and surround sound stereo that'll play 'The Imperial March' whenever the little tyke desires. And yes I want a crib designed as the Death Star complete with light up laser cannons.
Soon I'll have a garage with adequate space for constructing such devices....hmm...
"I wish everyone was a sci-fi geek because then there would be no violence in the world. There'd be no wars. There'd only be people e-mailing each other." - Claudia Christian