Last night, Mrs. Revis had some running around that she needed to do, so she took care of it while I watched the girls. For the most part, we all went to our respective corners and did our things. Baby J went up to her room and did what teenage girls do: she spent all night on her phone. Baby E played Minecraft on the Switch for a few minutes before deciding to watch Stranger Things on Netflix instead. I kept myself busy by finishing up the latest Dragonlance novel by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman (for those of you wondering, it was OK, but it was kinda disappointing too).

Once my book was done, I went to check on Baby E. She was watching her show with great interest. It was at that moment when a few different things popped into my head. First was, while I’ve never seen the show, I have heard that the characters play D&D in it. Since I’d just finished reading a book set in a D&D realm, it made sense for it to be on my mind. The second thing was the series of posts Matticus has been writing about playing D&D with his boys. The last was that Baby E  already has her own set of dice. Actually, she has several.  She saw my sets a few years ago and asked me what they were for. I told her they were for a game I used to play. She, of course, wanted her own after that.  So, we got her some and she just makes up her own games with them.

After her episode ended, I asked her about the characters playing Dungeons and Dragons on the show. She said they did play it. “I used to play that game a lot,” I told her. “That’s what my big bag of dice were for.”

“Oh, so that’s the dice game?”

“Yeah. That’s the dice game.” I paused for a second. “You know, I still have a couple of the books, so we can play it… if you want to.”

She asked me how you played it. I gave her a quick, simple explanation of what you did during the game. She thought about it for a minute before saying she wanted to try it. There wasn’t enough time to start a campaign last night before I had to start cooking dinner, but there was enough time to create a character for her. I pulled the book out and showed her the different races. She chose a halfling. Then I went over the different classes she could be and gave brief descriptions of each. Fighters fight. Rogues are thieves. Clerics are healers, etc.

The last class on the list was barbarian. She asked me what they were. “They’re kinda like fighters,” I told her, “except they get really angry when they fight, like the Hulk.”

She thought about that for a second before putting on a wicked grin and laughing evilly. “I want to be a barbarian.”

… what have I done?