Houston, we have a problem...
This past weekend we had some crazy Wii action going on. On Friday Amy and Rich came over, after dinner at Bravos, to play some Wii. Owen was very happy about this and watched very contently. Saturday we had invited some friends over for dinner and afterwards we played some Wii. Again, Owen sat very contently even though there was mass chaos going on around him.
Then we come to Sunday night. We have had our bath, eaten our fruit and Owen is pretty much ready for bed at this point... Or so we thought. He proceeds to the TV stand, where we keep all things Wii including controllers, opens the drawer and pulls out both controllers and hands them to Wendy and me. He also then grabs a TV remote because in order to play the Wii he knows we have to push a button. He is pointing at the controllers and then pointing at the TV like he is Caesar who is saying "Let the entertainment commence!"
Needless to say we have hidden said controllers in a place that shall remain unnamed. I don't want a Nana, Papa, Uncle or Aunt making our lives more difficult. Sorry, I love all of you but I trust you when it comes to my son about as far as I can throw you. :)
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Oh ye of little faith!
You better stop the blasphemy against us! You are the ONE who gives us all the loud and large toys in our house we will repay you by serious spoilage when Maia and Titi go on the CVG leg of their 'Papi deployment' tour.
This is war!
You are the ones who bought the thing...now you pay the price of a very observant son.
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