Tonawanda News — A few weeks ago, I posted this on Facebook:
Sam: “Mommy, we painted at school today!”
Me: “Cool! What did you paint?”
Sam: “I painted a vulture firing torpedoes!”
The comment drew lots of amused responses and jokes from my Facebook friends, most of whom know Sam and his already-established and somewhat quirky sense of imagination.
Personally, I’m still a bit nonplussed. And I wonder what his teacher thought. Not sure where the vultures came from, although I suspect the torpedoes originated from some form of Star Wars lore. Why did he put them together? Why not?
I wind up saying that a lot about my boys.
We’re raising originals. And I love it, even while I’m a bit intimidated by it at times. They’re not afraid to love what they love and do what they do, with little worry or concern that it’s not the cool thing at the time. I hope they keep that conviction.
I grew up a geek girl in a time when it wasn’t — at least somewhat — cool to be a geek girl. Sam — already secure in the little-boy-acceptableness of Star-Wars-adoration — adds to that a love of Star Trek drawn from his parents, with a hefty dash of other stories. He lives in a world where the Millennium Falcon and the Enterprise and the Reliant and the Planet Killer — see Star Trek — fly through space to attack the Death Star, and Indiana Jones, Spider-Man, Agent P and Peter Pan might well be on the bridge. Oh, and there are Klingons. Sam thinks Klingons are cool.
Now that I think of it, that might be where “vultures firing torpedoes” comes from. Or maybe not.
He’s a bit less pop-culture-inspired, but Jim has his quirks too. Oh, does he have his quirks.