The 64

Mark got out the Nintendo 64 for the (big) kids to play in the back of the van on the way to Grandpa's for Thanksgiving. We got home and I plugged it in downstairs for one more go 'round per Thing One's request as he didn't get to play it on the way home since he was the only one in back and he can't read to figure out what he is doing.

Big mistake.

Thing One is officially hooked.
Thing Two thinks he is playing.
K just stands at the TV screen until her brothers yell at her to move... or yell at me to move her.

Somehow my kids are now addicted to video games. It is all they can talk about, all they want to do, in these past 72 hours.

That 64 needs to get lost. And quick.
Ma-om... I don't want to quit. I almost won... 


My stepkids are well-adjusted, intelligent adults and they've played hours of video games... but I don't think they started at age 5. Or 3 for that matter. Ugh.

David Walsh would NOT be pleased with me.
Neither would their pediatrician.

UPDATE:
The 64 is gone. "Disappeared" (don't worry Casey & Luke) last Monday. No tantrums either. Just acceptance. Thank God.