Beware of Weirdos
Over the years, as Cass, Heather, and I prepared to leave for a festival or convention without Mikey in tow, he would warn us to be careful of all the freaks and weirdos that attend these things. He stopped coming with us about the same time I started telling him how good he would look in a kilt.
Shakespeare Festival: “Be careful. A lot of weirdos attend things like that.”
Ren Faire: “Be careful… there are – ”
I can’t remember which event it was, but I finally cut him off, smiled reassuringly, and then pointed out what should have been obvious to my cowboy husband.
“You do realize that you married a weirdo. Bred with a weirdo. Are parenting two weirdos. Relax. We’ll be among our own kind.”
He response was to tip his head back a moment in thought, smile, and agree. “Good point.”
Not only did he not fuss at the most recent convention, he seemed to be encouraging us to attend another one in Seattle. I suspect that he enjoys the peace and quiet when we are gone, perhaps even sitting around in his underwear. But alas, still no kilt.