Last year, Nate received a box of DVD’s for his birthday — the complete first season of MacGyver was inside. It’s a “manly” show about a guy who “who favors brain over brawn in order to solve desperate problems. MacGyver’s main asset is his practical application of scientific knowledge and inventive use of common items—along with his ever-present Swiss Army knife and Duct tape.

The boys recently found the collection and asked Nate more about it. Wanting to raise real men, (I’m sure that was the reason,) Nate popped in the first DVD. The boys were mezmorized.

It has become somewhat of a ritual. The boys only ask to watch MacGyver when Nate’s home — and when I’m busy doing something else. It’s a real boys club. Evan isn’t even allowed, and she’s only 18 months! I can only imagine that they’re belching while they watch it. Otherwise, I’d be invited to at least bring the snacks.

Connor was recently telling me a bit about the episode they’d just watched. It went something like this:

Connor:“And then MacGyver did {some incredible feat involving a lollipop stick, a piece of duct tape and a turkey carcass right out of Martha Stewart’s yard…}”

Me:“MacGyver is so cool.”

Connor:“NO! He’s not YOUR Gyver. He’s MYGyver. And Andy’s Gyver… And Brady’s Gyver. Not your Gyver! MyGyver.”

I guess that’s why my stuff never gets fixed.