As I mentioned last week, a Wii came to live at our house this Christmas. And, it is pretty much the most fun thing ever, despite the fact that my 5-year-old can kick my butt in bowling (because I have run-ruled him at baseball twice. So THERE!)
But. When it comes to my three-year-old, my little Sophie, we are having some Wii-lational difficulties. Sophie isn’t quite at the stage where she can play the games, but she is at the stage where she loves watching them. And by “loves”, I mean she is utterly obsessed. Yesterday she spent a good part of the day trying to convince me to play, since her brother had gone back to school and wasn’t there to entertain her with Mario Kart, or her favorite, Super Mario Bros. She throws huge, heartbroken crying fits when we turn it off, or if we tell her it’s not time to play.
Instead of playing with all of her fabulous toys on her fabulous new shelf, she goes over to said shelf and stares longingly at the top level where we keep the Wii stuff, out of her reach.
It’s very fun to listen to her cute commentary on all the games (”Nice spare, mama!” on bowling, or more often, “Whoops. Try again!” and “Be careful Joshua!” on MarioKart), but I can’t sit around playing Wii all day, as much as I’d like to, and she shouldn’t be staring at Wii all day instead of playing.
The last couple of days my little stubborn miss has let me know just how displeased she is with the decreasing volume of Wii-watching in her life. So, the battle is on! And it’s much less fun than a Wii tennis match!