this is some kind of spaceship or something.
Look, we know that geeks can’t force their kids to be geeks, too. If I ever have a kid, there’s every chance they’ll end up obsessed with things like… I dunno, sports. And social interaction. And that’s fine. But while said hypothetical progeny is an infant without their own clothing preferences, they’re darn well dressing like they’re on Star Trek, Doctor Who, or Harry Potter. I gave birth to you, imaginary child. You’re doing this for me.