Divided Wii Fall

A Wii has been purchased and installed in the playroom.

“Right, what shall we do first; archery, bowling, sailing, table tennis, boxing or golf?”

“Table tennis”, say the thirteen-year-old and five-year-old, simultaneously.

I hand them each a controller.

“Okay, first to six wins.”

They adopt a ready-for-action stance and begin.

The thirteen-year-old takes the lead: 1-0.

“Ha”, he scoffs.

2-0

“You suck”, he mocks.

3-0.

“This is so easy”, he teases.

4-0.

“Boooring”, he yawns.

5-0.

“Time-out”, I say.

I grab the five-year-old by her shoulders, look deep into her eyes and tell her, coach-style, that the next point is crucial:

“If he gets this point, you lose, so focus. Are you ready? You can do it!”

She looks over to her brother, who pokes out a smug tongue, then to me, who offers an encouraging nod, then down to her controller, and says:

“What do I press to shoot him in the face?”

The Male Nanny