I have noticed that families tend to have their “things.” One reminder this week came during Son One’s swimming lessons, where he is by far and away the oldest and tallest one in the group. Yep, it took us this long to remember to sign up in Spring before we started hitting the pool. Swimming is not really our thing.
Another was during an advocacy day, while I was conversing with other moms about kids’ activities. I proudly throw my car camping experience around, but I am a little hesitant to mention my oldest son’s favorite thing to share with his dad- not baseball, not soccer, not watercolors or origami.
(Kids willingly paint eggs??!?)
No - it's Super Mario. The man, the myth, the legend. He’s on Son One’s comforter, his hats, his birthday cakes, even his breakfast since we found a box of Super Mario cereal at Target.
But there are worse things. I mean, the guy’s crazy-athletic and travels the world with royalty. He can punch bricks, but he cannot touch turtles (I think it's the salmonella). Super Mario can also be a good muse.
His Yoshi allies have iconic, spotted eggs, perfect for Easter and the Spring. From Our Nerd Home:
Son One made a great freestyle Mario Perler, and it beats an attempt at a homemade parkour course. I do have to pretend to be a boss with some frequency - but hey, I get to be the boss, at least until I'm hit three times.
I guess I can rest easy knowing that I'll never have to explain what Super Mario is. He is a classic.
We ran into a minor celebrity this weekend, and we did not act Nashville - we got photos.