We love the Wii.

I have been trying to purchase the Wii for several months now. Everytime I would check at Walmart or Target, sold-out. Finally, we are the happy owner's of such. I asked our son to hook it all up for me. He is so patient. He actually READS INSTRUCTIONS. A concept for most. Anyway, today when I came home he used his, "hey I've got something to show you voice," so I followed the "hey mom" into the den. Happily, he asked, "wanna play?" He had completed the task and the Wii was now ready to try out. After we made ourselves, you know, designed our faces, quite fun, I might add, by the way I am, Blonde Mom, we decided to play baseball. I was completely terrible, although I did hit one homerun. I immediately was glad we had gotten this new gadget. We moved on to golf. I was much better, although not great. As our excitement echoed through the house, it wasn't long until the big kid, the dad, slowly came downstairs. Not wanting to act too interested, he plopped down on the sofa to watch. When we finished playing, our son asked if he wanted to play. Actually, he yelled the question, for you see when these two guys start doing anything together, the level of attention goes up, the volume goes up, the competition goes up, everything becomes 100%. I started in on overdue laundry and such, and just as I was starting to iron, our son comes in to catch my eye and whisper something to me, "It was a really good idea to get this mom, I think dad likes it." I swallow my chuckle. I wondered when the box sat unopened last night if I had made a mistake. I did not wonder for long today. The yelling and excitement made it too difficult to think.