My parents were in town visiting last week for a couple days to run some errands in the city and then head back into the wilderness before the next big snowfall. I came home late last Monday after a very busy day and a very frosty walk from the bus. I knew my kids were snug at home, hanging out with Gramma after school and maybe indulging in a wholesome craft activity or baking cookies.
Riiight.
I opened the front door and was immediately run down by two very, very excited kids.
"Look Mom, LOOK! Look what Gramma got us! MommommommomMOMmomMOMMOMMOM... SO cool. So COOL. Mom LOOK!"
I peeled off my coat and scarf. "What? What is it?"
(thinking please dear God don't let it be a puppy!)
"See? Isn't it COOL?" My son held up a white remote control and pointed it at the TV.
Wait. A white remote?
Oh. My. God. My mom got the family a Wii for Christmas.
On a school night.
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A couple hours later it was declared that my mom got ME the Wii for Christmas - because the kids wouldn't stop fighting about who the Wii belonged to and who got to go first or got the remote first and who got to play longer or better or which game they played... or...
Sigh. Does the Wii serve Martiniis?
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