I'm Not a Doctor, but I Play One in Middle School

October got away from me.

Last year, we did this whole "31 Days of Halloween" during October. We had activities with the kids planned every day: story-telling, going to the pumpkin patch, decorating, scary movies, you name it. Somewhere in the middle of all that, I also managed to tour for nine days with my band. It's not that we didn't do any of those things this year, but everything seemed so rushed. Halloween is almost on us and I haven't had time to enjoy it.

I'm sure that part of it is because we didn't have the Ape last year. Having a toddler and a baby seems to make every family activity exponentially more complicated. The older two can manage themselves to a degree, but the babies need constant attention.

The last few days have been notably hectic.

Friday night, the Goddess had a burlesque show. She does this cool magic and tap dance number that's a lot of fun. We dropped all four kids with Granny S and honestly, I felt a bit panicky for her when we did. She's watched all four of them before, but the Monkey is more "toddly" than ever, the Ape is teething, and the older two have been very demanding about their costumes recently.

Still, we went to the show and had a good night without them.

The next day we drove to Granny S' and went to the fall carnival/Octoberfest/Halloween party/chili night in her small town. It was a bit mad. The whole town turns out in costume and walk in a line through tent after tent where you can get free samples of chili and/or candy. Everyone votes on who has the best chili and there is a costume contest. There's live music and a bouncy house and people selling crafts and a cakewalk.

Half of us were wearing costumes made by Granny S. She herself was wearing this steampunk get-up she made, I was in my mad scientist gear, and the eleven-year-old was wearing his Foxy (from "Five Nights at Freddy's) costume. (She really out-did herself on that one. It's pretty incredible and the kid got lots of compliments and photos taken.) The seven-year-old was a "rock star," which mostly consisted of neon spandex, rhinestones, and a toy microphone. Ape and Monkey were dressed as an ape and a monkey, respectively, in costumes the Goddess found online.

It started raining and we had a long drive ahead of us, so we skipped the costume contest. Granny S was a judge in the adult category, but the eleven-year-old decided it wasn't fair for him to enter since his was on the professional level.

We were meant to have a "lazy Sunday" as the eleven-year-old calls it, but at our house, that mostly means we stay in pajamas and don't do shit other people want us to do.

The eleven-year-old and I spent a good deal of the say in the basement, he (with his mother's help) re-creating the inside of the TARDIS for a fan film he is creating and me playing with synthesizers. The seven-year-old wrote some original songs and did origami. The babies focused their efforts on destroying our home.

Yesterday was Monday, so that meant choir practice for the seven-year-old, late work for me, and a musical rehearsal for the Goddess. I got home about 6:45 and she was out the door. The kids and I ate the dinner she made but didn't get to eat herself and talked about their day.

More questions from the eleven-year-old, who was dressed again as the eleventh Doctor, complete with bow tie:

"How big is a cell compared to a hair?"

"Is there anything smaller than an atom?"

"How many atoms are in the universe?"

"How long would it take to count to a million? What about a billion?"

"How many seconds have I been alive?"

We talked about sub-atomic particles and numbers so large they were expressed exponentially and calculated how long it would take to count to a million and a billion and how many seconds he'd been alive. Approximately.

I watched "MonkeyBoo" videos on YouTube with the younger kids -- "MonkeyBoo Castrated and Canines Removed." (That sounds much more graphic than it was.) The eleven-year-old worked on his TARDIS and fan film.

Finally, it was time for baths and bed, and after wrangling the Monkey (who has been unusually grumpy), I read to the seven-year-old and then went downstairs. The eleven-year-old was watching a Doctor Who episode from the early 70s. It was an episode where the third Doctor has to be aided by the first and second Doctors.

"What are you doing?" I asked. Technically, he's grounded and although we let him watch TV with us, we haven't been letting him watch it by himself.

"I dunno," he said.

"Turn that off. Let's look at your grades online."

He got his mom's laptop and started signing in.

"I'm really looking forward to school tomorrow. You wanna know why?"

"Sure."

"Because tomorrow is dress-up day. I'm going as the Doctor." He was disappointed he didn't have a fez, but figured he could make do.

We looked at his grades. All Ds. He had one small "homework" assignment last week that he missed in Science, but the rest were in-class grades.

"I'm not doing too well right now," he said.

We talked about strategies, but honestly, I have no fucking idea what to do at this point. There is literally no information about the assignments online, no communication from the teachers, no sense of why he is struggling or how to help him.

"Let me see your video," I finally say.

He tells me he only has the opening finished and goes to get his iPad.

The screen fades in on the TARDIS spinning through space, then cuts to a shot on our street. We hear it grind to a halt and then there is a slow fade in and we see the time machine in front of our neighbor's house. The scene cuts to the inside of the TARDIS and you hear the eleven-year-old in voice-over talking about the nature of time and space. It's original, but a variation on familiar Doctor Who scripts, talking about "timey whimey, wibbly wobbly bits." Then he walks on, right of screen, dressed in his tweed jacket and bow tie, continuing the narrative. "That's where I come in," he says. Fast cut to the blue police box spinning through space and the credits over the familiar theme music. He lists himself and his little girlfriend as the actors and credits his own production company.

It's really, really, really fucking cool.

71% in English. 66% in Math. 66% in Science. 71% in Social Studies.

This kid, who is writing original scripts, asking questions about exponential numbers, wanting to learn about subatomic particles and the nature of time and space, and use a time machine to travel to new places throughout all of history cannot manage better than Ds at school.

We watched the last five minutes of the episode I had interrupted and then I sent him off to bed. The Goddess came home excited about her new play and finally able to eat some of the dinner she made for everyone else. After a bit, I went and played with synthesizers in the TARDIS before retiring for the night.