I thought the boys were getting a Wii for Christmas because they had been playing on an old Nintendo 64 and it was time to update it.
I thought they were getting one because we were fairly certain that Prince #1 would be the only one in his first-grade class who didn't have one unless we got him one for Christmas
I thought it would be better for the boys if they had games that required moving their bodies. It wouldn't be the same as running around outside, but at least it would be something they could do inside during the winter months.
Turns out, the Wii was for Daddy. Last night I had to yell at all 3 of them when it was bedtime for the boys. Why should they stop playing when Daddy still was?
I should have known that I was in trouble when Daddy said that we should hook the Wii up to the family room TV instead of the one in the basement playroom.
I should have known I was in trouble when Daddy mentioned getting an HDTV adapter for it (for a friggin' video game? are you kidding me?)
He keeps telling me that I should try it. Since Christmas I think I have played a total of 7 minutes of the thing. I just don't get the appeal.
In lieu of flowers, please send vodka
