Ahh.... we are under attack! Lego bullets are streaming by my head!! I can't seem to get away. Why is my man not moving? OH, I KNOW WHY...my partner in crime isn't moving his character fast enough! Ugh. Then I die. I want to quit the game, but my son looks at me with his big doe eyes and I am stuck. I am stuck to play another round. I start up my character again and away we go.
We go through mazes of caves, scramble up hills by the tips of our little Lego hands and get our heads blown off by mean Nazi Lego dudes. This is all for fun. I die and die. Why do I do this? I swear it is love that draws to this game. I love my son, so I play. He is so happy to play the game and laugh at his mom swearing at a character who will not run where she wants it to go. He smiles and say, "Mom, don't worry you are getting better." I grimace back at him and thank him under my breath. I am bound and determined to get my plastic dude up the ramp so I can dig a hole and get a jewel out. WHY DO I KEEP FALLING!!!! I swear you would think I could move this guy better. You would think that after all the playing I have done in the past few months I would be an expert...but alas this is not true. I have two left thumbs or a punk ass controller which might be broken. Which ever the reason is, I will not move the way I want to. But the thing that truly keeps me going is my son smiling a huge smile the entire time we are playing together...haha...this is why I play. I believe it is all well worth it.
2 comments:
Punk ass controller - wow, you really frustrated. Poop on your head.
See, Miss Mia, this is why we don't have any video games. At least with board games, I stand a fair chance of winning (or losing, which I do often).
You're a good mom though to keep playing and playing something...that frustrates you so much! ;)
board games?! I never wanted to kill anyone as much as when I played Sorry!
And lets not forget the wrist slitting boredom induced by monopoly. I'll take a video game any time.
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