“No,” Sheldon said, not turning from the screen. On the TV, Commander Riker was arguing with a hologram.
“And you’ll watch it in the living room,” Mary added, “like a family.”
Sheldon Cooper, age ten, was not a fan of surprises. Surprises were, by definition, uncontrolled variables. So when his father, George Sr., tossed a thin, shrink-wrapped package onto his lap one Tuesday evening, Sheldon froze.
George Sr. leaned against the doorframe. “Because last week, you watched ‘The Best of Both Worlds’ on our regular TV and spent forty-five minutes explaining pixelation artifacts and the ‘tragic loss of chroma subsampling’ to Missy until she threw a juice box at your head. So I bought the blu-ray. No artifacts. No excuses.”