Even though I am in a mixed marriage, I have always dreamed of raising my kids as geeks. Despite picking me as her partner in life, WonderWife™ can be fairly anti-geek. (Which is why I don’t take her with me to ComicCon, for fear that she would walk in and start pointing fingers, shouting, “Geeks! Geeks!” You wouldn’t think it, but a group of nerds in Stormtrooper gear can be dangerous.) I always thought that I would have to break through this prejudice in order to raise my offspring in the ways of my people. So I was really happy when the Bean was born, somebody bought him a Looney Tunes mobile for his crib. It was perfect. It started an interest in cartoons without me having been the one to suggest it or buy it.
It’s still a bit too early for the Bean to fully be exposed to Looney Tunes, with the characters shooting each other in face and dropping anvils on heads and all, but I know that Bugs and the gang were present during his early formative years, watching over him as he slept.
The mobile now resides over Sprout’s crib. I’ve recently learned that Sprout needs to kiss every character goodnight before she goes to sleep. I don’t get to put her to bed most nights, as she’s asleep before I get home from work, but last weekend I had the honor. Sure enough she reached for Bugs, Daffy, Sylvester, Tweety and Taz and wouldn’t settle until I brought each one to her mouth so she could give them a kiss.
It was both very sweet and incredibly satisfying.