I'll have to admit that there's one (slightly mean) benefit to raising David. I know it's not pretty, but I love watching people trying to understand just what the hell Dave is talking about. The checkout lady will ask him something like, "Going to have a good dinner tonight, huh?' and he'll be babbling along on one of his game/movie monologues while she tries to figure out just what the heck "I'll bet she gives great helmet" (Spaceballs) has to do with our evening meal, but the look of nearly offended confusion on her face was priceless. Or we'll be walking somewhere and he's sequentially quoting 3 movies and two games with some random phrases thrown in for good measure, and I'm responding to him as though we're actually having a conversation. Something like, Dude: I think my name is going to kill me. (I think that's from a 007 game) Dad: Considering we both have the same name, that's a very real possibility. Dude: The door is locked. You'll have to find another way in. Maybe you can try the kitchen. (Meet the Robinsons) Dad: Unless you have a key. Then you can go right in. Dude: The speech is over in 3 minutes. Snake, you must kill him before he finishes the speech. Snake! Snake! (Splinter Cell) Dad: 'Cause once he's done talking, he's outa here! Dude: GameStop on Tuesday! Dad: Nice try, not happening. (he thought he could throw me) And as we're talking people are passing by on either side of us trying very hard not to upset the 'crazy people' or straining to understand just what the hell we're talking about. I'd like to help them (no I wouldn't) but I really don't have much of a clue myself. Besides which, I think it's funner if they don't know.