When I go to Sunday dinner with my parents, I always bring my cross stitch. I stay out of the kitchen when Mom is cooking, but that doesn’t mean she stays out of my stitching. She always has to take a look, which is fun if I am stitching something obscene. However this time I was working on something for a friend who loves Star Trek.
Mom: Who is that supposed to be?
Me: It’s Dr Spock.
Mom: That’s not Spock.
Me: It is too.
Mom: Spock’s ears were a lot bigger than that. His ears were huge.
Me: I don’t think he had huge ears, I think they were proportionate. They were just pointed.
Mom: Pointed and Huge. That’s a lame Spock, if it’s Spock at all. Maybe it’s McCoy.
First, it is Spock, I am working on McCoy now. Second, it took me how many years to discover my Mother was a Trekkie?
PS. Becky has pointed out that it’s MR. Spock and that Dr. Spock is the pediatrician that changed how a generation was raised. Which makes this an even more interesting conversation. Is my mother a fan of revolutionary childcare? Just to check, I googled Dr. Spock, his ears are kinda big, but I think that’s because he has old man ears. It changes the meaning of the whole conversation.