House is also fun to watch with a doctor and a nurse (my father and mother, respectively). I yell out things like "PWNED" at the witticisms, they yell out diagnoses. It makes me proud that they are right.
Gabe serenaded me with an accoustic version of Dragostea Din Tei. Alex did a crab-walk in his prom tuxedo. I did not know whether I ought to have been frightened or amused. I instead decided that I need to place a decent-quality 24/7 webcam feed up showing our hallway. Within 48 hours we'd become a cult favorite. We would replace the Osbournes easily - less cursing, more blasphemy. But as Tish and I know well, blasphemy is delicious.
Emma is such a creepy child sometimes. I do not know if this is the result of my parents letting her watch CSI since it came on the air, or of her exposure to the lot of us and our sometimes-dark senses of humor, or if she was just born strange like the rest of us. But every now and then she'll utter something that makes us all edge away quietly. Take, for example, a while back when we had tacos for dinner. I chopped up tomato and lettuce for the tacos. No one touched the tomatoes. In the kitchen, I was commenting on such to Nicole (and whoever else was there) as Emma sat nearby, playing with her CSI kit.
Me: Man, no one went anywhere near the tomatoes. Why is there no love for the tomatoes?
Emma: *doesn't even look up* Because they're poisoned.
Me: Poor toma-what?
Emma: *continues playing*
For all her weirdness (the child sings her math homework. This cracks me the hell up, mostly because Nicole goes through periods where she sings everything instead of talking), I often don't realize how grown-up she can be - or how young she actually is. We've all been treating her as an equal for a long time. We don't dumb down our speech or dismiss her opinions outright. Sometimes I have to stop and remind myself (or Gabe, who is particularly prone to this) that she is not sixteen through twenty and therefore does not understand the world as well as someone approaching adulthood does. She's nine, but a weirdly adult nine that makes it easy to forget exactly how mature she really is.
Mom and Nicole and I were discussing how different she is from her friends, who are (mostly) fairly sweet kids, but dumb as bricks. Nicole probably said it best when she told Mom "I thought I liked kids, but then I met [Emma's friend] and I realized no, I just like Emma". It's pretty much the truth for the both of us. I don't want to have kids, because I am afraid that if for whatever reason, they were not weird and clever and interesting, I simply would not be able to love them (this is one of the reasons I'm not fond of babies. Babies are dull. They are not human enough yet for me to communicate with them). I would be annoyed with them for wasting my time, and I would resent them - probably making them resent themselves in the process. I do not want to take that chance.
Emma has an incredibly logical mind - probably the byproduct of our constant use of sarcasm. It's been many, many years since she was gullible enough to take anything we told her at face value. When she was five or so and our mother had gone to run errands, she came up to me and inquired were Mom was. I told her that Mum must have run away to join the circus. Emma gave me a Look (which is disturbing from someone so small) and said "No, I think she just went to the store." She then proceeded to call Mom's cell phone to confirm this.
Y'know, we got NONE of the "scare the youngest" fun with Emma that we had with Gabe, who was SO, SO GULLIBLE until he hit about age 10. Ah, I miss those days. He probably doesn't, though. :D
* CSI: Catherine. Hate her so much. Be as much of a tramp as you want, but do it NOT WHILE ON THE JOB, PLEASE. CSI: Miami: Alexx. Hate her for the superfluous 'x' in her name, and her immeasurably creepy habit of talking to corpses like they are sad children. CSI: New York: Stella. Made entirely of triangles and spiral curls. Seriously. Every single part of her looks like she could cut you. Like it would be painful and bloody to hug her. This is not 'naturally thin' pointy, or even 'eat a damn sandwich' pointy, this is 'obviously, God made you out of acute angles and nothing will ever change that, please dont' move to quickly or your shoulders and elbows will slice through the fabric of your clothes'. Also lacking in personality, but the triangle thing is more apparent. NUMB3RS: ... doesn't... have more than one female character. Who does not seem to have much of a personality. The Pretty Assistant Mathmetician Girl irritates me now and then, but that is mostly because when she is around, she is little more than decoration.
My TV viewing schedule is sad.