Again, I'm a Proud Parent

Sicily was watching TV the other night when she ran up to me and said, “On Friday, the exterminate show is coming on.” I nodded, having no idea what in the world she was talking about. I assumed there was some kind of bug exterminator reality show coming on (an idea which sounds oddly intriguing). Since I wasn’t too excited, she repeated herself, this time with an odd voice. Again, I had no idea what she was talking about.

Then, she got down on her knees, started flailing her arms around, yelling “Exterminate!” It clicked in my head, she was pretending to be a Dalek. I’m not ashamed to admit I weeped openly, for my daughter is about to become a Whovian.