My five-year-old is able to get to the second level on Super Mario Bros. He's only played it a handful of times. Back in the glorious 80's, on a borrowed Nintendo system, it took me weeks to accomplish that feat.
My boys pick up a remote and their thumbs instinctively perform the proper sequence of video game morse code. I have no such ability. My attempts involve over-exaggerated jerks of the remote, frequently accompanied by a symphony of squeals and yelps.
I am becoming increasingly aware of my inept female-ness in this household . . . and, come on, I even own a drill press!! I shudder to think of what my future holds as these boys continue to grow. Maybe at tonight's 2am feeding, I'll get up and practice Super Mario Bros. while I nurse little Jedi-0.
A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
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