I just remembered this moment form Orccon on Monday that I thought was amusing enough to put in its own entry.
On the way down to the con, Nolan told me that he really wanted to buy some of his own dice to go with the dice I'd already given him.
"I want a huge bag of dice, like the one you have." My heart swelled as he continued, "Do you think I'll be able to do that thing you told me about where they give you a cup and you fill it up for like five bucks?"
"I can't remember the name of the company that does that, but if they are at the con, I'm sure you'll be able to do it." I thought for a second. "In fact, it's kind of a rite of passage, so I hope you do get to do that."
"And it would mean more to me than you could ever understand to get to be part of it with you." I thought.
We walked through the whole flea market, twice, and he couldn't find any vendor who was offering the cup-o-dice, but while I was buying my giant d20, he picked through the little cases of dice on the table, eventually picking up up one of those d100's that you always see at cons.
"What is this?" he said.
"A d100," I said.
"Who uses that?" He said.
"Someone who doesn't know how to roll 2d10," I said.
We laughed together, and the vendor joined us. It was funny, because it was true.
Note: In the original draft, I misquoted my son. I recalled him saying "who needs that" but what he actually said was "who uses that." It's an important difference, and I wanted to correct my error.