This morning, my daughter was standing in the bathroom watching me floss my teeth. She was playing with a large-tooth comb. She put the comb flat against her face, over her eyes.
Her: Look at me!
Me: Hey, look at you. You’re Geordi La Forge.
Her: Geordi La Lorge?
Me: Geordi La Forge, with an ‘f’.
Her: But I don’t want to be Geordi La Forge.
Me: Why not? Geordi is cool.
Her: But I don’t want to be a monster.
Me: Geordi’s not a monster. He’s an engineer on the Enterprise.
Her: A ninja-neer? I want to be a ninja-neer with a prize!
Me: Don’t we all, baby. Don’t we all.