For the past month, every internet enabled device has had Doctor Who in various stages of pause. My favorite reading device is almost dead when I return from work, and I’m pretty diligent about charging it before I leave for the day.
The Mister has always been a fan and knowing his weariness of using my devices I knew it wasn’t him. The Teen usually sticks with Disney related movies, so that ruled her out. The cats are too busy tearing up my yarn to bother, so that left, one person. The Boy.
The Boy explained that Doctor (you MUST spell out doctor) Who is a very “cool”, and imaginative sci-fi show and if I couldn’t get that then I was leading a sad life. This declaration was delivered with a slight English accent and the beginnings of his voice maturing.
Thirteen is proving to be both our unlucky numbers.
The fascination with Doctor Who was slow to manifest. My son would watch episodes with The Mister, but in an “I’ll wait for him to nod so I can change the channel” way. Most of his class are fans, and what teen doesn’t want to fit in with his chums?
After catchingn up on the current season via DVR, The Boy begin to watch the classic episodes on Netflix. He started with the classic episodes, hinting that a multi-colored scarf would not be turned away. I hinted that would not be happening. I might make this mini I found on Pinterest. I think my patience can handle this itty bitty:
Feeling like I’m walking into a Louis CK routine, The Boy became fascinated with time travel. According to my sister’s guy, that’s because of the TARDIS. Thanks to his friend Moses, Effin Comics had a TARDIS on hand in the middle of his comic book shop. The TARDIS is the time machine and spacecraft that the Doctor and his companions use for travel.
There are seven seasons available on Netflix of the timeless classic. Thanks to the ability to watch Netflix on any internet capable device, my son is in Doctor Who Heaven.