Earlier this week I received a lovely package from a friend in the UK. It had tons of British sweets and cute little things, but the best bits (by far) were the Doctor Who mug (featuring Rory – best companion ever!) and some little Dalek-shaped gummis.
My webcam is kind of lame, but you get the idea.
I have four younglings. The two older boys (12 and 6) are already die-hard Whovians, but the youngest boy (5) has proclaimed over and over that he only likes the 9th Doctor. I can’t say that I blame him – because the Eccleston is one of my very favourites – but he refuses to watch any episodes of Doctor Who that don’t feature Eccleston as the Doctor, or Rose as a companion (ugh, at least the other two already know that we hate Rose). It’s enough to make me wonder if he’s really mine sometimes.
Last night, I was trying to divvy up the Dalek gummis between everyone present, and the 6-year old was adamant that he should receive more of them than his little brother. Not just for selfish “I want candy” reasons, but because these Daleks were technicolour. As everyone knows, the New Paradigm Daleks didn’t appear until Victory of the Daleks, which is during the tenure of the 11th Doctor.
This was the conversation that followed:
Meg has decided my family will appear as owls in this cartoon (click to enlarge and read text).
Yes, I actually high-fived my son. It was a proud moment.
I’m not opening it until Christmas though.
