A milestone was passed in my household today. Pokemon are, dare I say it, passe.
My son approached in all seriousness this afternoon to announce that, after some 3-4 years of elevated importance rivaling only his Lego's, he wanted to sell a majority stake in his Pokemon collection in that bastion of personal flea markets, eBay.
I never believed this day would come.
You see, I'd come to believe that Pokemon cards were an intrinsic pattern of the rug in my children's play room. You know - neutral khaki with a Pokemon weave. "Gotta have 'em all!" and all that. (These of course, were the cast off "bad" ones, or the ones that belong to my daughter, who seems to really only be interested because her brother is)
I'd burned them into my oh-so-male "visual ignore" database. What's the point ... they'll just be strewn about tomorrow in some card game that even this ex-DnD player can't grasp.
No, my son looked me straight in the eye and said "I want to sell them all!". I almost got downright giddy at the thought of how clean his room would be without them!
'Til he told me he wants to buy Star Wars stuff with the proceeds...
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