I went out for dinner with a couple friends last week during NeonCon, and on the walk back from the restaurant, the discussion turned to their children. Both of them have a couple kids, some of them old enough to have started gaming. The discussion went back and forth until one of them said “Whoah, we’re probably boring Adam, sorry dude.”

And I said, essentially: “Hell no. Your kids are an important part of your life, and I am your friend. Therefore, I want to and need to hear about your kids.”

And that needs to be repeated loud and clear for my many other friends who weren’t walking down the hallway of the Tropicana at the time: I don’t want children of my own, but I want to hear about the cool, funny, and wonderful things your kids do, and that you do together.

The happiness I see in my friends-who-are-parents is wonderful and most Wacky Kid Hijinx amuses me—especially when they are roughly 4-8 years old and get really quotable, IMO.

I’d prefer to still hear about you, too—I don’t want my friend replaced by my friend’s child—but alternately I also don’t want my friends to fade away because they feel they can’t talk to me about an important part of their life.