I don’t want to call it an infestation, but I sure am tempted to.
I have nothing against Power Rangers . . . in moderation. But the Geeklets are addicted to them.
All day, every day, it’s “Megazord this” and “Megazord that.” They build Nylocks with their Mega Bloks. They go outside and do Power Ranger -style kung fu. Every screen-time request is for Jungle Fury or S.P.D. or Megaforce or another one of the half a million different Power Rangers shows available on Netflix. They mutter about the “spirit of the wolf” in their sleep.
And I just bought them a six-pack of mini action figures the last time I went to Target. What does that say about me? I guess I’m just a glutton for punishment.
So, my constant prayer these days is, “Lord, please help me put up with this Power Rangers obsession without going completely bonkers . . . until my kids get over it.”
Until the Geeklets get over it . . . and move on to something else. Uh-oh. Because there will always be another obsession.
They are Geeks-in-training, after all.