Sometimes I worry that my husband and I are a bit too geeky, and that’s leading to uberGeeky kids. Why worry, you ask? Because I know how this world operates. And how it treats the boy who prefers watching the Hawking Paradox over Monday Night Football.
How it treats the boy uninterested in signing up for t-ball but can’t wait for invention camp.
How it sees the sensitive male hell-bent on saving a tiny caterpillar over squishing it into the ground.
But I’m proud. I love the people my children are turning into. I just wish I could stop the worry.






