What have I done with my evening, you ask? Came home, did dishes, made dinner, ate with the boys, threw in a load of laundry, and have been working on some homemade Christmas presents. What are the boys doing, you ask? Playing Super Mario Brothers.
Twenty years ago, things weren't too terribly different. I was probably reading the Babysitters Club books, and sometimes playing SMB with the boys. They were often losing their tempers when they lost lives in the game, getting angry and sometimes violent when one would take the other's turn, showing sheepish, reluctant gratitude when the other showed a rare moment of generosity and shared a life to keep the joint game going.
These days they show amusement or mild disappointment when a life is lost in the game. Their bellies are bigger and they've got some cash in their pockets, but the boyish, entranced look is still in full force when those mustachioed characters jump across the screen.
For the most part, the sound effects from video games drive me CRAZY. But we don't get to see this brother as often as we should, nor as we'd like. It's nice to hear them chuckling and encouraging each other in there. Even if it is turning them into morons.
