Toshi's no dope.
He is growing up in a sci-fi movie, and at the age of four, he treats technology that blows my mind with a casual "yeah, yeah, what else you got?" attitude that cracks me up. He knows what a BluRay is now. He knows that Daddy treats the DVDs a little more rough and tumble than he handles the BluRays. He knows that if something shows up on BluRay, most likely it's going to be for watching in Daddy's office, and that is something he really wants to get in on. As much as humanly possible.
So about four days after we saw the latest "Star Trek" film in a theater, an event which sort of changed his life, he started asking me about when the movie would show up at our house on BluRay. And asking. And asking. And asking. Because when you're four, you have nothing else to worry about. You're not thinking about the mortgage or what to do for your dissertation or insurance issues or anything else... you're fixated on when you'll have "Star Trek" in your house so you can watch it eighteen billion times a week.
This past week, an envelope arrived while he was at school with the "Star Trek" BluRay inside. I opened it, then decided to put the disc back in the envelope and wait for him to get home. When he did, my wife hid outside my office, and we arranged the blinds so we could record his reaction when I handed him the envelope so he could see what was inside. When he's much older and he asks me why he has so much trouble talking to girls, I'll show him his spontaneous geeksplosion upon recognizing the "Star Trek" cover as a way of answering that question. This acorn fell pretty close to the tree, so to speak.