If the blogger spawn present at Geek Dinner 3 were any indication, D and I may just end up with a wild and cute Vatul-let or two. Cliette, Lisa‘s young supermodel, The Girl, Liprap‘s charming little terrorist, Gil Homan and Liam Shea stole my heart, and Clio IV melted it by letting me help him with his tiny little socks and shoes.
At one point in the evening, most of the girls were lined up like polite little sardines on the couch in front of the television, while a majority of the guys piled up on the divan fighting over the DS2 or whatever caught their fancy each passing second. As the girls sat back staring at the clumsy oafs that dare disturb their TV-watching peace, the males launched into a pillow fight. I noticed, however, that Cliette and The Girl were itching to join in the rumble. It was time to adminster a small socio-psychological experiment.
After Therese “Sue Allstate” Fitzpatrick left the room, I looked over at the girls and asked, “Why do you sit here in such a docile manner while the boys go at it with the pillows?” Cliette protested, “We want to, but our parents said No.” Kalypso suggested that I create a little diversion for the parents to let the kids get it on WWE style. I shut the door to the kitchen and told everyone they had 30 seconds to beat the bejeezus out of one another using the pillows, after which peace would be called and everyone had to calm down. One caveat: If they were to break even one of dangerblond‘s things, all fun would be zipped up for the rest of the evening. Mad babysitting skillz in effect.
Ok, go. Fifteen seconds into it, Kalypso got one in on young Master Folse and Cliette had almost smothered Clio III (all while the Shea girl and Clio II sat back and enjoyed the fun). Liprap’s kid and Clio IV simply screamed and ran amok like drunken midgets. It was a hoot!
5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … 1 … 0.5 … TIME! All of the girls immediately rushed back to their former positions on the couch and beamed at me, while the boys continued at it. Hmmm …. evasive maneuvers were in order. Commander Maitri walked over to the boys and threatened them with parental involvement and/or application of bear hugs, at which time all boisterousness abruptly ceased. It’s good to have weapons of choice.
My conclusion about this data set: The girls are not angels by any stretch of the imagination, but respect their limits, whether self-imposed or dictated. The boys simply don’t give a damn, unless threatened by authority or the other devious feminine tactic, girl cooties.
The Doctor is out.