The first (and only) convention I’ve ever been to was in Honolulu in 2003. Though definitely much smaller than a Chicago convention would have been, it was still good fun.
Some Klingon parents with their apparently adopted human kid.
At first, I was a little afraid to even ask (who knows – maybe they’ll also act like Klingons and puncture one of my lungs), but they were really nice.
And seeing the little boy – still plainly human – with a set of Klingon parents, gosh ... that was hilarious.
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