We have been ill at our house. Ryan, Grant and I have been in various stages of fevers, chills, coughs etc. Grace somehow has escaped.
Today Grant and I are home and he has been begging all day to play his favorite game of all time- LEGO STAR WARS WII. I'm psycho about violence, and this is relatively innocuous.
I'm probably not the most talented Wii player, I'll admit that. Spatial relationships are not my forte'. But, today I thought I was being the good mom and told Grant I'd play the Wii game with him. Well, that didn't last. About 5 minutes into the game, when I kept flying my ship into the "enemy" ship, he was complaining that I "died" or "crashed" again. I did manage to crash about a dozen times in a very short 3 minute period. I'll give him that. I also kept saying "I don't understand what we're supposed to be doing here" ( Mainly because I'm not a Star Wars freak and I really can't tell the difference between the good and bad people -- or ships).
He then very calmly reached over and touched the button to bring up the menu on my controller. One of the options was "drop out". Now, this child is not fully reading yet, but somehow he knows "drop out". He then calmly pushed it - WITHOUT SAYING A WORD TO ME- and I was dropped from the game- just like that. I'm not sure how I feel about this.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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2 comments:
I love your last 2 entries. You are a great story teller. Love that kid.
You are funny! :) You feel just fine. :) Cause that is something that you are "saving for daddy time" ;) he he. :)
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