A child's first game console.
A child's first use of the "potty."
Going to school.
Falling in love.
Getting married.
And of course, having a child.
Guess which one I have achieved.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I wish to introduce to you, Lucas Dee:
The fruit of my loins. The apple of my eye. I am as proud a father as anyone can ever be, seriously.
My wife, Debra, did the brunt work of this little miracle, and I must say her handiwork really paid off. She squeezed this kid out like she meant it. She gave birth not unlike a Viking, complete with horned helmet and steely reserve. This child is the direct result of her toils, and for this, she rocks.
It wasn't until after the name was selected that I discovered geeky parallels with the name Lucas. Lucas, can be shortened to Luke, or just Luc, which of course corresponds with the likes of George Lucas, Luke Skywalker, and Jean Luc Picard. When I held him for the first time, I couldn't help but say "Luke, I am your father." Which is an innacurate quote (He never said "Luke." just "I am your father.") But seriously, who cares. It's still awesome.
As you can see, I've got him started on my favorite pasttime early. Yes, that is an 8-bit Link adorning his attire. I got handy with a printer and some iron-on transfers before he was born. I also created jumpers featuring each of the job classes from Final Fantasy, and I Paper Marioed up his diaper bag. Near his crib is a Mario plushie, a Yoda plushie, and a Sonic plushie, and that's just the beginning. I expect to hand him a DS and a controller as soon as he has the muscle coordination to grasp them.
The first time he kicked, I believe I was humming the Zelda theme song to him. If this is any indication of his future as a gamer, I believe we have something to look foward to. I would love to have my son consistently defeat me at Super Smash Bros, or something. I would be one proud papa.
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