As the "shepherd of the nerd herd" I've got some important responsibilities. I'm raising two members of the next generation of dice rolling, role playing nerds. But sometimes the fundamental parental rules are in exact opposition to the unspoken rules of D&D (which stands for Dungeons and Dragons for my non-nerd readers). What's a mom/11th level dwarven cleric to do?
Today was my son's first day of kindergarten. As a parent, it is my responsibility to prepare him for the world and then unleash him upo- I mean, encourage him to explore it. I'm supposed to pack his backpack and then send him off into a group of kinder-kobolds for over 6 hours. But as the party leader, it's my duty to ensure that we don't split the party. You never split the party! Worse yet, you never send the low-level characters off into major encounters without backup. But that's exactly what I did today.
Because I know he needs the XP.
And maybe I do, too.
D'aw! All grown up. It feels like it was just yesterday when I took that picture of you in the Welcome St. apt with that bun still in the oven shotgunning the water out of the Poland Spring container. And to think he turned out just fine!
ReplyDeleteI still can't believe we didn't get a hardcopy version of the photo blown up and framed.
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